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Aires pov...
For the first time, the voices in my head didn't wake me up- I woke up on my own, and it made me sick to my stomach. Silence. My head was silent. With narrowed eyes, I glanced around my room, confused on where I was, confused why I ended up in my bed when I was last lying on Deatons table.
Ripping the covers off of my body, I jumped out of bed and glanced down at myself. Mud, I was coated in it, drowning in it. It soaked every inch of my clothes which made them cling to my body.
What the fuck did I do?
Suddenly, a strong hand wrapped around my neck and slammed me against the wall. And just as I was about to use my magic to snap their neck, my eyes locked onto Blakes. He was seething in rage, he was looking at me with wide wild eyes, he was looking at me in a way that made me question everything.
"It's me- it's me, Blake." I choked out, though his hand only tightened.
"How do I know you're not lying?"
What the fuck did I do?
Prying his fingers off of my neck, I fought against his hold so I could attempt to convince him I wasn't whoever he thought I was, that I wasn't who he looked at with such panicked hatred.
With a free hand, I brushed my fingers against the scar on his cheek and watched as a shiver shot through his body. "You got that scar from an ice hockey match when you were in your freshman year, someone's stick grazed your cheek and it never healed properly because you kept touching it."
Something flickered in his eyes and in an instant, he dropped his hand from my neck before lifting it back up to my skin and gently rubbing at the red raw prints he left on my skin.
"What happened?"
"I dont know." I whispered. "I don't remember anything."
Slowly, his hands moved up my neck until they rested on either side of my face. His eyes were locked onto mine, reading me, watching me. Something strange lingered in his, vulnerability swam in his eyes as well as something that I couldn't work out.
"You are not to be by yourself today, you understand that?" He muttered, and as much as I hated taking orders, I knew better than to argue because whatever side Blake had seen of me had scared him enough to lay a hand on me, something he would have never have done if he hadn't witnessed something bad.
"Okay."
The second the word left my lips, he dropped his hands and began pacing the room, his fingers ran through his hair whilst he tugged on the strands and muttered curse words under his breath.
"Blake."
Nothing.
"Blake." I hissed sharply.
"Fuck!" He screamed before storming over to me and crashing his lips onto mine.
I didn't waste any time before my hands dove into his hair, tugging him closer to me. I had gone weeks with his silence and it was tortuous. I hated that I wanted to be around him, that I felt an absence at the lack of his presence, I hated that a stupid part of me missed him.
As his lips left mine, he narrowed his eyes on me before tugging on my hair, something he seemed to do a lot. "You drive me insane and I fucking hate you for it."
"Good." I shot back. "Hating me is better than loving me- loving me is a death wish."
"Then I guess I'll die forever furiously obsessed with you."
His words had left my lips parted whilst I stood in silence, attempting to decode what he had just said. My eyes remained locked on his as he slowly walked out of the room, however, as he closed my door, I had the sudden urge to run after him and drag him back. Not to kiss him or say anything to him, but because the second he walked out the room I had a consumingly suffocating feeling that was crushing me.
I had a bad feeling.
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Aires pov...
Isaac couldn't afford to miss any more school, his attendance was already bad enough with him skipping and his grades were barely allowing him to graduate. He had to be in school and therefore I had to be as well. Whilst Isaac didn't know about what had happened, I knew I needed to be around people.
"I'm going to the bathroom." I muttered under my breath before quickly diverting the route and running into the restroom.
My hands gripped the edge of the sink whilst I glared at myself in the mirror. The voices had stopped, complete and utter silence was in my head and it was fucking haunting me.
Quickly, my hands dove into my pockets, searching for what I knew I needed. However, as my fingers brushed against nothing, the air in my lungs was suddenly sucked away. I had nothing, I had taken the last of my pills before Deatons.
"FUCK!" I screamed whilst slamming my hands against the sink.
I had used my time up.
I was going to have to get clean.
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Aires pov...
I wasn't supposed to be alone however I couldn't bear to sit in economics any longer. Lydia wasn't there, and I knew she was in school. I needed to find her, needed to talk to her, needed the clarification that it wasnt just me who was going fucking crazy.
The library was closed for renovation however, something drew me to it. Something told me was inside, however, as my hand brushed against the door handle, I was hit with another bad feeling.
A feeling that told me to leave.
I knew she was inside, probably using the fact that it was closed to be alone, however, some invisible force stopped me from going in. I had always trusted my gut feeling, it had always been right, it had never let me down.
Spinning on my heel, I quickly strutted away from the library and back into the school. I shouldn't have been alone, Blakes warning echoed in my head, taunting me, and once again at the thought of the boy, I was hit with a bad feeling.
I was drowning in bad feelings, all of which were attached to different people.
"What the fuck is happening?" I whispered to myself whilst walking down the hallway.
Quickly, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled Blakes number.
'The number you are trying to reach isn't available-'
He was in school, I had seen him only hours ago walking down the hallway, he was in school- why wasn't he answering? With a scowl on my face, I walked up to the maths classroom and slowly walked past, however, as I peeked inside I didn't see Blake, I only saw his empty seat.
"Hey Aires?" Avory, Blakes sister, suddenly mumbled from across the hallway, a smile on her lips.
"Hey." I muttered back whilst quickly walking up to her. "Have you seen Blake?"
A frown stretched on her face as she cocked her head to the side. "No? He left earlier because he said he was going to your house, the one you were hiding at? He said you texted him that you needed him so he left to go to you- why aren't you there?"
"I'll talk to you later." I mindlessly mumbled before quickly walking away from her.
I needed to get out of the school, the air was fucking with my head. Something was wrong, with every step I took the consuming sensation of panic was clawing at me, consuming me.
Blake was missing.
Something was wrong with Blake.
Lydia.
Something was wrong with Lydia-
Suddenly, someone grabbed onto my arm, bringing a scowl to my face as I instinctively snatched it away. "Aires?" Stiles snapped, worry swam in his eyes as he frowned at me. "What's wrong?"
"Can you drive me to my house- the Hale house?" I asked impatiently.
"Sure." He muttered.
The walk to the jeep was a blur, getting into the jeep was a blur, a majority of the ride was a blur. The only thing I could focus on was the fact that there were no voices in my head and that everything felt wrong.
"Aires, you're starting to scare me." Stiles muttered from the passenger seat, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Okay." I snapped.
I didn't want to be anywhere near him, hell, he was the last person I wanted to run into mid panic. However, I needed to leave school, needed to get to the Hale house and didn't have the energy to steal someone's car. Stiles was needed to help me escape, however, I underestimated how much trouble him helping me leave would be.
"Talk to me." He insisted, and even though he was the last person I wanted to confide in, I was on the brink of insanity.
I was losing my mind.
"Something feels wrong." I muttered under my breath.
"You have a bad feeling." It was more of a statement than a question, I hated that he knew that, that he could still read me.
"Yes." I hissed through gritted teeth.
"About what?"
Frustradly, I threw my hands in the air. "That's the thing, I don't know. Everything just feels- wrong?" Through the mirror, he was watching me with worried narrowed eyes, I was sure I looked crazy, hell, I felt fucking crazy. "I can't find Blake. I don't know where he is, Stiles. He's nowhere?"
At the mention of his name, I watched as Stiles' face scrunched up, making me roll my eyes. He needed to get the fuck over it. "You think something bad has happened to him?" He asked.
"I don't think I know something bad has happened to him. I can't explain it, its like we are connected in some weird way and..."
"When did you first get the bad feeling?"
"When he kissed me this morning." I knew the second I would let the words slip past my lips that it would kill Stiles, however, I didn't care. "Stiles." I warned through gritted teeth as I watched him wince.
"Don't say anything, you don't owe me an explanation. You've moved on, I don't blame you." Bullshit, he hated it, he was wearing his feelings on his face.
"Haven't you moved on?" I snapped frustratedly. "Isn't that what Malia was? You moving on?"
"I'm not with Malia."
"And I'm not with Blake." I shot back. "Wipe that look off of your face because you don't get to wear it, Stiles. You dont get to act hurt, you fucked up, if you didnt want me to be in a position where I kiss Blake you shoudn't have slept with Malia. If anyone gets to be hurt in this situation it's me, not you. And you don't see me acting like a bitch baby whenever she's mentioned do you? You dont see me whining and wincing over Malia like you with Blake-" With a shake of my head, I forced myself to stop. I didn't have time to dig down the rabbit hole, I needed to get my shit together. " Stiles, something bad has happened and- and I don't know what to do. What do I do?"
"I don't know, Aires." He whispered before forcing himself to straighten up. "I believe you, okay? I believe you when you say you have a bad feeling so let me help you. Go home, stay home. I'm going to go speak to his sister, Deaton, hell i'll go talk to Scott if it helps. You stay home and I'll come to you as soon as I know something, okay?"
He could see how distressed I was, that I was going fucking crazy and instead of being the jerk I had expected him to be, he was actually going to help me. As much as I still hated him, I was a little grateful for him in that moment.
"Okay." I whispered as we pulled up outside the old Hale house. Silently, I jumped out of the jeep and walked into the house.
Breathe Aires.
Breathe.
As I walked further into the house, I caught onto the eerie silence and once again, the bad feeling returned. Quickly, I pulled my knife out of my pocket. It was one thing after the other, something was always happening.
Everything seemed the same, yet something felt off- it was a furiously unexplainable feeling.
I had searched almost every room and found nothing, not a trace of Blake and not a hint that anything was actually wrong. Maybe I was fucking crazy. Quietly, I slipped into the kitchen- and the air was knocked out of my lungs.
"Put down the knife you dumbass before you end up hurting yourself." Derek told me with a grin on his lips.
Standing in front of me was my brother, the one I killed in the same house, the one whose death ruined me and haunted me every day of my life. He was standing just a few feet away from me, looking the same as the last time I saw him. Looking very much alive.
My grip on the knife tightened, making laughter fall from his lips.
"So stubborn." He whispered whilst walking towards me.
"You're dead." I snapped coldly, stopping him in his tracks as a frown tugged on his face. "I killed you."
"I've died multiple times before, I always came back." He offered with a shrug.
"Yeah but I killed you, you died, Derek. Your dead."
He wasn't alive.
He wasn't standing in front of me.
He wasn't real.
The memory of me killing him was clear as day in my head, it was one of the memories I knew I would always have, one I knew would forever be stuck with me. Seeing his figure standing in front of me confused the fuck out of me and also unnerved me. I killed him, I killed him, I killed him. He was dead. He was dead. He was dead.
A sad smile tugged on his lips as he shook his head at me, making my grip on the knife tighten even more. "You didn't kill me, Aires. it wasn't your fault what happened- but none of that matters anymore because i'm back. You brought me back."
What the fuck was he on about?
He slowly reached out his hand, and I was fully prepared to take the figure down with my magic, however, as his hand gently touched my wrist, I felt the thud of my heart pound uncontrollably in my chest.
I could feel him.
I could feel his touch.
It wasn't like when I was on the other side years ago, when I was on the side with the supernatural dead. I couldn't feel their touch, they were dead. Derek was dead and yet I could feel his touch.
It was a mindfuck.
"How?" I asked with narrowed eyes.
His eyes flickered down to the necklace that hung around my neck, reminding me that it sat there, reminding me of what could be done with it.
Years ago I also died, the necklace brought me back to life. The necklace allowed me to move from the other side back to life, it allowed me to come back to life.
"Your necklace." He whispered with a nod.
"When?" I hissed.
"Last night."
The woods, the mud, the confusion. What the fuck had I done?
"The world is a strange place, Aires." He whispered with a sad smile.
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