Invisible (TW and TVD fanfic)

🐺 Chapter 9 🐺

A/N this chapter is dedicated to dddope thank u for the comments!! The song of this chapter is.....

Believer by Imagine Dragons. (Awesome band btw)

There he is. Standing there. Staring at me, to the point where I thought I was hallucinating. When a smile stretched across his face, my heart dropped. I muster a deep stare at him, and he takes a step forward cause me to move back. I bump into someone and I quickly turn around. "Derrick?" I say as I notice his face.

"Don't freak out." He says. To late. Peter comes running towards me dispite the fact that a couple people are walking around too. I put myself behind Derrick, and Peter stops when he gets in front of us.

" Carla. Huh, haven't seen you in a long time. You never visited me. But look. " He says rubbing his face, just like in the dream. "No burns." It's like he was quoting my dream. Next thing I know my head starts pounding, like someone is repeatedly hitting me with a baseball bat. I fall of the ground holding my head, Derrick kneels down and Peter stares in confusion. "What's happening to her?" He asks. I cannot say anything. My head hurt so much. Like a freaking bullet to the brain.

"Ugh." I yell, in pain. Derrick completely ignores Peter's question.

"Carla. Carla are you okay?" He asks. I scramble on the ground holding my head. It's like pain and a giant ringing sound mixed together shoved in a blender and then smashed.

"I'm not okay!" I think I said. The ringing became so loud I can't even hear myself try to talk.

"What?" I think, is what Derrick said. I can only tell by his mouth movements. I want to scream. I want to scream so loud, just can't it out, but for God's sake it could cause damage to them. So I just whine as I too around holding my head. Derrick looks at me, he picks me up, and carries me into the woods. Away from people. Every second he carries me my head pounds harder.

"Just make it stop." I said, least I think so. It may have just come out as "blah." Honestly who knows? Derrick sets me down and I still hold my head, he tries to touch it but I away him away. He's changes his eyes into that red color of which I despise. I hate that shade of color in an eye because it only represents you killed someone for a title. For power.

I stare into Derrick's eyes, he looks up and howls. I hear footsteps pounding on the ground heading toward us. That was fast. They must've gotten the holler for help, quite quickly. I stare into Derrick's eyes, just looking at his new found color. He looks at me, fear, instead of power, showing in his eyes. Seeing this gives me a bit of hope. Maybe he won't be a ruthless alpha. Maybe he will stand up to his title.

I see Scott, and Damon, not Stefan or Stiles, and not seeing Stiles slightly disappoints me, but maybe he is on his way. He can't move super fast. He's an avera- no, he's not. He is a perfect person. He'll be here.

Scott kneels done to see me, and stares at me, the reflection of my eyes show in his, they are purple. He stares at me still. Suddenly I hear a revving of a jeep. A piece of crap jeep, but is no other than Stiles's. Even though the pain still runs through me, I smile at the appearance of Stiles. I cannot see his face yet, but knowing he is here brings me joy. I knew he'd come. His face appears in my vision and the strangest thing happens.

The pain.

Is gone.

It's completely gone.  No pain whatsoever. I take my hands off my head. I sit up, and everyone stares at me in confusion. I stare at everyone in confusion. How? How did it stop? Why? Why did it stop? What? What is happening?!? I ask myself but my brain retrieves no answers. What is happening? I stand to my feet. I look at everyone around me. Peter, Derrick, Scott, Damon. Stiles. Maybe people do care about me. Maybe Damon's right. Maybe someone would feel like they lost a limb. Like they are missing something. Maybe he's right. Maybe I am important. Even if it's just to a small little group of people. It's still someone. Even if it was just to Stiles. It's someone. Someone does care.