❝I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.❞
- Edgar Allen Poe
Danielle Moreau knew that day would be the worst in her life. The police said that her mother jumped into those waters, but she didn't believe them. Her mother's dea...
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STILES STILINSKI COULDN'T HELP BUT STARE at the brunette girl, scars littering her body, her lips parted open, her eyes that hadn't opened in the past two hours, her hair fanned out on the hospital pillow, her face that was usually vibrant was now pale as a ghost's and when he saw her that way, his stomach churned.
His shoulders were weighed down with guilt for both the girls. Max and Jason Moreau were already here, in the room Nel was in, each holding either one of her hands and Natalie Martin was with her daughter, too.
Why did I let her leave?
No matter how much they hated each other, he couldn't help but feel ashamed. He let this happen, and it shouldn't have happened because this was supposed to be the one time he got along with his enemy who wouldn't ever call him by his first name even if the world was coming to an end. It was funny, really, how she could go for so many years without talking to someone.
She must really hate me.
When his head turned, his eyes landed on the strawberry blonde. She was in the same condition, and Stiles thought that he missed the chance with his first crush.
But is she really my first crush? He thought. No. No, she isn't.
With a sigh, he looked away, his eyes meeting another's.
Someone who he had really, really begun to hate.
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"WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T WAKE UP?"
Jason felt like breaking down, but he blinked several times, holding on for his children. He couldn't be weak for them. He thanked God that her body wasn't going into shock spontaneously, but he couldn't say the same for Lydia. He felt bad for the strawberry blonde he could easily call his daughter. They were close, like family and not just friend's family.
"She will, Max," Jason assured his son, who had tears streaking down his cheeks. "She will. She has to."
Are you assuring me or yourself? Max wanted to ask, but he bit his tongue.
"Then why hasn't she?" He asked instead.
Jason remained silent.
In all truth, he didn't know why he didn't tell his daughter what she really was, what she was meant to be, just like her mother. And looking at his daughter now, on the hospital bed, reminded him of that day. The day when his wife died, and Nel looked almost exactly as she did.
Max thought identically. He knew his family would never be the same after their mother's death, when she had suicided. But he also knew Nel thought different. She had tried reasoning with him for an entire year.
Not a single day wouldn't not go like this:
"Why would she jump, Max?" Thirteen year old Nel would ask loudly. "Do you even have the smallest reason as to why she would jump?!"
And Max wouldn't answer.
Right now, he asked her, "Why would you let this happen, Nel?"
And Nel didn't answer.
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DANIELLE WOKE UP WITH A DRY mouth and crusty lips, craving some water and chapstick. When she looked around, she was in a hospital room and she found her brother and father sleeping on the two armchairs in the room. And then she remembered the last few events.
Those fangs, red eyes and claws. What was he?
When she looked down, she found bandages all around her arms and when she peeled them off a little, she found healing scars. The door to the room she was in opened, waking both her father and brother.
She was shocked to see David here. His forehead was slightly glistening with sweat, his brows remained furrowed and stress was written all over his face. He was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, which meant he was supposed to be at the business meeting.
"I thought you were traveling overseas," Nel cleared her throat, her voice scratchy, before being engulfed in a hug by all the three people she held close to her heart.
"I came back to see if you were okay," David said as everyone pulled away.
"You didn't have to, Dave."
"Oh, but I did."
"I can't believe it," Max breathed out. "You're here."
"Of course I am," Nel smiled. "Now, get me a glass of water and some chapstick."
"A 'please' wouldn't hurt," Max mumbled, but smiled and left the room.
"I'm so glad that you're finally awake," Jason kissed her daughter's forehead.
