the unknown ↠ stiles stilinski¹✓ (REWRITTEN)

thirty-four

Chapter thirty-four✓

Olivia's jaw dropped at the sight of the empty pill jar at the side of her bed. Like some crazed druggy, she picked it up in disbelief and shook it like she was expecting some hidden pill to drop onto the palm of her hand.

When no pill made itself known to her, she placed the empty jar back where it was and sat in silence as she dwelled in pity. The medicine that Deaton had given her had worked exceptionally well, granting her a clean week and a half of dreamless nights. But now that it was empty...did she have to go back and get it refilled? It didn't seem right to her. It felt as if she were to go back and say how well the pills were working, she would be giving Deaton a crucial answer that she wasn't sure she wanted him to have.

It always felt like she was always one step behind that man.

It was currently two in the morning, of course it was a school day, and she had just woken up from a sleep filled with nightmares. She couldn't remember why she didn't take a pill, maybe she had just gotten so used to having a good sleep that she forgot? Well, it's not like the outcome would have been different because there was no pill for her to take.

Her bed had just turned into a bed again and not a coffin made to suffocate her.

The nightmare she had made her hands shake and palms clammy, enough fear to make her turn on her lamp just to see the dark corners of her room and that they were empty.

She couldn't be in her room anymore, even the lamp's light wasn't helping her ease her fear. She sprung off her bed, not even glancing at the empty jar on her nightstand, and walked out the house with nothing but a sweatshirt and shorts on.

Olivia knew this route like the back of her hand. It was a near fifteen minute walk to Allison's apartment and with her current pace, urgency fueling every one of her nerves, it was ten minutes.

The cold breeze brutally slapped her face as she walked. She didn't mind the fresh air. It served as a reminder that she was alive and breathing.

Her nightmare was nothing new. It followed the same plot each time, just with different characters. Friends being impaled by black blades of metal and things that would emerge from the shadows would play in her head — nothing too fun.

No matter how hard she thrashed in the tight hold, she would never be able to get to them in time. Someone or something would always be holding her back — holding her back long enough for her to run in to see one of her friends lying lifeless in a pool of their own blood.

She kept walking.

Once the apartment came into view, she walked in, pressed the level in the elevator and went up. It was quiet, not a soul out in the hallways roaming about. You could hear a pin drop. When she reached the Argents door, her fingers pressed the numeric password, as she'd done many times before, into the door which instantly turned green, locks turning.

Her feet guided her to the room that was the only one lit in the dark hallway. Olivia stopped in front of the door, breathing deeply. After a moment of calming herself, she knocked.

She heard a quiet 'come in' and slowly opened the door, revealing her tear stained self to the brunette who was sitting on her bed doing homework.

Allison took one look at the girl and she dropped her stuff, eyes saddening.

Olivia couldn't help but feel some sort of comfort from just her appearance alone. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and off her check as she moved over to where the empty spot was on the bed.