Katherine McCall lived a normal life with a somewhat normal brother and a normal crush on best friend Stiles. It was everything she could keep up with while also juggling with school. She preferred normalcy. That was until her brother, Scott, was bi...
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✧"Take my mind and take my pain."✧
Stiles and I walk along the path we saw Scott take; waiting to hear something from either him or whatever is lurking in the woods. I flash my light around every which way towards any little sound. I feel so jumpy all of a sudden that when Stiles brushes up against me, I jump with a gasp. Stiles grabs onto my arm quickly.
"Are you okay?" He asks. I look over at him while trying to compose myself.
"I'm fine." I answer while walking out of his hold. I continue walking up the path, now desperate to find my brother. When I don't hear Stiles following behind me I stop in my tracks before turning towards him. He's just standing there, staring at me. Not in a creepy way, but in a 'I need to tell you something' way.
"Katherine," He starts. I sigh. "We need to talk about this sooner or later." I look everywhere but him.
"I prefer later. I want to find my brother, Stiles." I tell him.
"I know, I know. But I also know that you're going to keep dodging me so I thought we could get it over with now."
"I don't want to."
He scoffs. "Why?"
"Because I'm scared, Stiles." I respond while throwing my arms up in exasperation; the light coming from the flashlight bounces off the trees around us. Stiles looks taken aback by my response. I've been waiting for years to finally have this talk with him, but I'm afraid that right now is not the best time to talk.
"Scared of what?" He questions; his voice is impossibly quiet. Everything. Right now I'm scared of everything.
I take a deep breath while fiddling with the flashlight. "Rejection. You." I answer almost as quietly as he had. Stiles' brows pinch together in confusion.
"You're scared of me?" He asks. I look at him softly. I'm scared that he doesn't feel the same way. I know I'm his anchor, but an anchor doesn't have to be a love interest. It can be anyone you have an emotional connection to and me and Stiles have known each other since preschool. So, makes sense that I became his tether. I don't think I could feel this way towatds anyone else. It'll always be Stiles because it's always been Stiles. I look past Stiles only to do a double take on a den my flashlight had found. I direct the light towards it and stare it down while walking towards the dark den.
