Uncertainty - Stiles Stilinski [1]

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Stiles grabbed my shoulders and turned me back around.

"Okay. Concentrate. You don't want to run out there and kill every single person at the party, right? Right! So I suggest you to put away those claws and your fangs. And try to get your eyes back to their original color. Okay?"

I nodded and closed my eyes. I counted to three and reopened them. Stiles shook his head, trying to tell me that it didn't work.

"I can't do it Stiles. I can't concentrate!" I screamed.

"Yes, you can! Think of something that makes you happy, that makes you smile or laugh! Think of something" Stiles said.

But I shook my head from side to side. "I can't! There's... There is too much going on inside of my head. It's too loud!"

"Come on, Amber. I know you can do it" he mumbled softly, trying to speak as quiet as he could.

"No! I- I.. It's impossible..." I muttered.

I could feel the dark side inside of me taking over. Stiles could feel it too since he backed away and slightly shook his head. "Amber, don't!"

"I want to hurt you so bad!" I growled and closed the gap between me and Stiles. I lifted my hands and stared at my claws.

"Amber! Amber, come on!! AMBER!" Stiles shouted and shoved me away, my back hitting the sink.

I growled at him, opening my mouth so my fangs were visible.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" Stiles stuttered. "But I know that this isn't you! You don't want to hurt me, Amber. It's the werewolf inside of you that you can't control yet! Please. Try to concentrate, Amber! Think of something beautiful! Try to remember the first time you met your best friend or the first time you tried your favorite dish..." he listed and went on but I stopped listening and tried to think of everything he just said.

I watched my hands, seeing the claws fading away slowly. Stiles seemed to see it, too. He smiled but didn't stop stalking.

"... you're doing good. Come on. Think of everything that made you laugh. Think of someone who makes you happy. Think of..."

I closed my eyes, ignoring his words. I took a deep breath and re-opened my eyes.

Stiles let out sigh and dropped the weight that was pushing his shoulders down. "You did it!" he smiled. "You did it."

I turned back around, facing myself in the mirror in front of me.

"Okay. I'll be back outside. If you are ready, you'll come back, right?" he questioned.

"Yes."

Stiles left the bathroom while I stayed in there for two more minutes.

I opened the door to find Scott out of breath standing in front of me. "Scott. You all right?" I asked him but he didn't answer. He turned around and pushed through the crowd, trying to find an exit out of the house. While I followed him, Stiles ran into me.

"Stiles! I just saw Scott leave" I told him.

"What? What you mean?" he questioned.

I took his hand and ran to the front door where Scott left. When we made it outside, Scott was gone and Allison got into a too familiar Camaro.

"We have to search Scott."

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Stiles and I made it over to Scott's house. Surprisingly, Stiles had a key to Scott's house. He unlocked the front door and ran up the stairs to Scott's room. Stiles pounded on the door loud enough to be heard in the whole house.