Anchor ~ Scott McCall

Sleepwalking

Scott's P.O.V

I was in my bed trying to sleep when I got a call. I saw the caller ID and it was Stiles. I picked up the phone.

"Hey, man, what's up?" I asked but all I heard was a buzz and nervous breathing. 

"Stiles?" I asked and his breathing got louder. 

"Stiles? You there?" I asked again. 

"Scott?" Stiles finally said but he was whispering. 

"Hey, I'm here. Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I said sitting up on my bed. 

"Scott, I don't... I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think was sleepwalking," Stiles whispered and he sounded scared. 

"Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see," I asked him. 

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my..." Stiles started to say but he cut out. I look at my phone and disconnects. I called him again and I stood up waiting for him to answer. 

"Hey..." Stiles said.

"Stiles?" I asked. 

"This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message..." Stiles's voicemail said. I hung up and called again. It just went to voicemail again. 

"Come on," I said getting scared and I exhale deeply. I was looking at my phone when he called again. 

"Stiles?" I said right away. 

"Scott, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move," Stiles said. 

"Where are you?" I asked him. 

"I don't know. I don't know, It's too dark. I can't see much and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's... I think it's bleeding," Stiles explained while in tears. 

"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it?" I asked waiting for him to respond but he didn't say anything, "Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering," Stiles explained. 

"Okay, listen. I'm calling your dad," I told him.

"No, no, no, no, don't," Stiles said stopping me. 

"But your dad..." I started to say but he interrupted me. 

"Don't. Just please don't call him. Promise you won't. He already worries about me too much. Scott, please," Stiles pleaded with me. 

"But what if I can't find you? Stiles, I can't make a promise like that," I told Stiles. I was starting to panic. 

"No, no, no, just, please. Please, don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scott, you can find me," Stiles said sniffling. He is so scared.

"I don't know if I can do this," I said panting. 

"Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off," Stiles told me. 

"What? No, hey, wait..." I said trying to stop him. 

"I'm gonna call you back..." Stiles said but the line disconnect again. 

"Hold on, Stiles wait... Hold on, man," I said into the phone but Stiles wasn't there anymore. I walked over to my drawer turning on the light and getting a jacket.

"Isaac! Isaac, get up! I need your help! Isaac!" I lept yelling for Isaac until he opened the door. 

"Why? What's wrong?" Isaac asked in a panic.