The new kid

part 33

Scott finds himself on his bed. This time he wakes up calmly. Unlike last night. He let's out a long yawn before even daring to get up. Then he remembers about last night.

"Stiles!" He yells out to nothing. Melissa walks into the room.

"What was last night about Scott?" Melissa asks kindly, leaning against the door frame.

"I had a dream... about Stiles. He was here. With me." Scott starts.

"Okay hold on... Stiles?"

"Yes Stiles! He was taken by the wild hunt... I don't know how or why but I remember him and no one else seems to... it's frustrating!"

"The wild hunt?"

"Oh just forget about it! I'll talk to someone else." Scott stands up off the bed and walks over to his wardrobe.

"Scott?"

"Don't worry mum. I'll talk to Lydia or something."

"Scott!"

"What?"

"Take a seat." Melissa walks over and takes a seat on the bed. Scott follows. "I know who Stiles is."

"What? Are you serious?" Scott asks jumping a bit.

"Well... I have these vivid memories of someone in the hospital. And then I remember you... next to him... always next to him. You never left their side."

Scott closes his eyes in attempt to remember what Melissa is referring to. Then he pictures something. He pictures himself.

Scott runs down the street chasing a blue car. A jeep. He follows to the sheriff's house. The jeep door is open along with the front door. Scott sprints as fast as he can through the front door and into a room he doesnt remember properly. Its a room where a wall is now covering. Scott sees a lifeless body lay still on the floor, bleeding from the wrists. Its a boy. Its stiles.

Scott remembers clearly now.

"I-i remember... Stiles he... he slit his wrists." Scott tremble's with his words. "He did it because he- he was being bullied... they pushed him around... he felt alone." Water forms in his eyes with each new word.

Melissa pulls her son into a hug. Scott cries on her shoulder.

"I-i miss him mum! I miss him so much-" scott yells onto melissas shoulder.

"I know son... I know." Melissa responds, holding Scott tighter. He continues to cry in remembrance of Stiles.

"Wait a minute..." Scott says as he pulls away from his mother.

"What's up Scott?" Melissa asks.

"Scotty..." Scott whispers.

"Scotty..?" Melissa speaks up with a confused look on her face. Then Scott gets another flash back.

Scott finds himself driving to the preserve. He's not driving his mum's car. It's the same one he chased down the street to catch up to Stiles... he was there. In the car. Stiles was sitting in the passenger seat holding Scott's hand. The arrived to the preserve and walked to a smearing in the middle. They both took a seat and said a few words which were mumbled to Scott now. He sees him and Stiles kissing, and then they just stop. Stiles pulls away. He could see the ghost riders and as he did Lydia was calling Scott. The ghost riders where there for Stiles. They both ran away. All the way to the car. But Stiles stopped. He kissed Scott. Then he was gone in a flicker. Erased. For good.

"Oh my god... mum I gotta go!" Scott yells out.

"Okay..." Melissa says in return.

Scott springs off his bed and leaps down the stairs not bothering to change his clothes. He hops in his motorbike and drives down the street, heading straight for the preserve. Once he gets there he parks up right next to a jeep. Stiles jeep. Scott quickly pulls out his phone. He has missed texts from everyone.

9:34am
Lydia: hey Scott where have you been?

11:47am
Lydia: you better answer me!
Lydia: Scott I stg-

Scott: sorry Lydia. Call me.

Lydia: will do.

Scott answers Lydias call.

Lydia: "hey Scott, what's going on?"

Scott: "Lydia... I need you to gather up the pack and come to the beacon hills preserve."

Lydia: "Okay... What for?"

Scott: "no time to explain! Just get everyone down here and I'll tell you then."

Lydia: "Will do. This better be good Scott."

Scott: "it is I promise!"

Lydia hangs up the phone. Scott hops off his bike and walks over to the jeep next to him.  He walks to the drivers seat and opens the door forcefully. He hops in the seat and takes in all the memories he has in there. He sits and he waits for his friends to arrive.