The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Twenty-Nine ꕥ

When I got home the clocks read 4:00 A.M. I had climbed into my window and carefully snuck across my carpet, trying not to get mud all over my room. I turned on my shower and sat at the bottom of it, letting water cascade over me. I watched as mud swirled off of me and down my drain. 

The warm water caused steam to raise around me and I closed my eyes, feeling tiredness creep around me. I rubbed soap across my legs, rubbing the sponge on my legs until they turned a raw red color. I still felt like I was covered in mud. 

Finally I turned my water off and climbed out of my shower. I put on an oversized shirt on and pulled on a pair of underwear. I barely dried my hair before I crawled into my bed and curled up under the covers. 

I felt myself drift off, this time hoping not to wake up in the middle of the woods. 

***** 

I woke up when my bed dipped down near my feet. I opened my eyes slowly, groaning when I saw the  time was only 9:36. My eyes met Stiles's light brown ones and I stretched my arms out above my head, moaning when I felt my bones pop. 

"What?" I ask gently, sitting up in my bed and rubbing my eyes. 

Stiles ran his hand over the back on his neck, "Your mom let me in." He cringed, "I uhhh... I wanted to say sorry for yesterday." 

"Stiles you don't have to say sorry, I should be the one apologizing." I shift in my bed so I'm closer to him, "I didn't mean to make it seem like no big deal. And I'm sorry I just left. I should have stayed and talked to you." 

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Hetha I snapped at you." He pointed out, "I saw your face and it hurt me. I felt physical pain from making you sad Hetha." 

I give him a dull smile and fall back on my bed my head hurting from being awake, "Stiles its okay." 

He sighs and flops back on my bed, throwing his arms over his head. He opens his mouth to say something but I sit up, quickly slamming my hand over his mouth as I realize I hadn't told him what I knew. 

"Someone died last night." I gasp. 

Stiles sat up, his arms flailing around him, "What?" 

"Someone died last night." I repeat, rubbing my arms to try and calm down he chills that were running up and down my body. 

"Who died?" 

I shrug, "I'm not sure, but I was there. The kanima killed him." 

Stiles was standing near the door and typing away on his phone before I could even blink. "We have to talk with Scott and Allison." Stiles informed me, glancing at my clothing choice with red cheeks. 

"I'll be down in a second." I tell him, "Let me get changed." 

He nods and I hear him running down the stairs. I quickly throw on Stiles's lacrosse hoodie I had stolen and a pair of leggings and follow after him after I had brushed my hair and teeth. I didn't bother trying to make myself look more presentable. 

I climbed into the jeep and before I had even shut the door Stiles  was speeding down the road. Beacon Hills used to seem so boring before Scott and I got bit. I had desperately wanted something to happen and add some excitement. Now that things were happening I wanted it to go back. I didn't want to deal with the stress of werewolves and kanimas. I didn't want to watch the people of beacon hills die repetitively. 

Stiles pulled into a parking lot of a retail store I had frequented with Lydia. We didn't go shopping as much anymore. I missed that. I knew we would have to go soon in order to buy outfits for the party Lydia was planning on throwing for our birthday. I just hoped we wouldn't be dealing with the kanima during the  party. Things had been so hard for Lydia lately, she could use the party.