Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖

DARKNESS.

It was all I could see, all I could feel. It was suffocating — terrifying.

The dark was something I hadn't always been afraid of but was something I was developing a strong fear of now. I knew exactly where my fear for it began, it was the night I got trapped in the video store with Jackson after the lights shut out. It was when I saw the red eyes belonging to Peter stalking over to us, that was the first time I knew I was afraid in the dark and of the dark .. and now facing nothing but darkness my fear was at its worst. I couldn't even see a hand in front of my face. I imagined this was how I would see if I were blind because I was staring into darkness.

I tried to straighten my legs but instead my shoes hit off something and a loud clattering noise echoed around me. I noticed then that my ears were ringing and the pain in the back of my head made me want to vomit. I couldn't straighten my legs, they were stuck bent halfway at the knees and when I pushed away using my feet my head hit off something.

"What the.."

I looked around but I couldn't make out anything and when I tried to feel about for my surroundings I found my hands stuck behind my back in a clasped position. They were tied together and when I moved my arms out from behind me I couldn't see what was restricting them but it felt like rope. That was when the unsettling feeling that resembled panic poured through me at an uncontrollable pace. What was happening to me now was something that happened in books and movies, something I never thought would happen to me.

I realised where I was when I heard the revving of a car engine — trapped in the trunk of someone's car. I kicked the side of the vehicle as loudly as I could, shouting for help even though I knew it was no use. No one would be able to hear me trapped in a car and god knows where I was. I could've been anywhere by now given I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious for.

All I could think of was my escape and how I was going to get out of this. If I hadn't of decided to go to the toilet I would never of bumped into Jackson and he would never of told me that Chris Argent knew about Scott and I would still be with Stiles.

Stiles..

Oh, god. Did he even know that I'd gone missing from the formal? Had I been gone long enough for him to have noticed my disappearance? Surely I had been. He probably would've called his dad by now and told him that I'd gone missing and the Sheriff would have the whole department out looking for me but even that didn't make me feel better. If I didn't get out of this car I was doomed, there was no doubt about it.

My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried my hardest to get air in and out of my body but in my state of sheer panic I couldn't do it. I was too scared, overcome with fear, to breathe properly and the air I was getting in felt as if it was nothing. It didn't help me, in fact it made me feel like I was suffocating. I was heaving desperately but it was no use and I kicked the side of the trunk harder to try and coax the person driving to stop. I felt claustrophobic, as if the already small walls of the trunk were closing in on me further. It was terrifying.

All I could do was lie here and struggle in fear, wishing that it wasn't happening to me.

When I heard the light squeak of tyres and the car rolling to a stop I didn't know what to do. My body froze, a paralysing fear running through my blood at a fast pace and causing my legs to grow numb. The fear of the unknown was eating away at my insides, telling me that anything could happen now — that this might be the time I die. I was shaking, my entire body trembling from a mixture of fear and coldness. It wasn't until I laid completely still did I feel a tear run down the side of my face and into my hair, then I noticed that my cheeks were wet and my eyes were also burning. I had been crying for a while, I just wasn't sure when I'd started.