Emily "Lemony" Stilinski eyes shot open as she burst into and upright postion, her eyes jolted around the room, taking in even the littlest of feature of the room. Her eyes ached from the lack of use and the need to adjust to the light, it felt like she was staring into the sun.
She moved her arm over the blanket, her fingers felt dry and funny. She grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it off her legs. She shuffled herself off the bed so her legs were hanging off the side. She pushed herself off the bed the floor surprised her more than it should. Her legs couldn't hold her weight at first, she shook and fell back onto the bed a few times.
She pulled all of the needles and other things off and out of her body. She didn't care if it hurt she had to get up, she had to get out. The truth was she was terrified.
After a few tries she made it to the door. Slowly she opened the door, it was cold and heavy her muscles had to ajust to everything she was doing. Once the door had opened wide enough she slide through it into the cold dark hallway.
"Hello?" Her voice was groggy, dry and sore, it didn't sound like her own voice. "Hello?" She tried again.
She'd never known anywhere to be so quiet. It didn't feel right. She hobbled toward the lift. Pressing the down button she waited.
It's so quiet. Why? She wondered to herself. Looking around the empty hallway. There was a ding that spooked her, only to realise the lift doors had opened. She wandered into the lift. Her hand hovered over the ground floor button.
That was when she heard it. A roar, that of a wolf it was a faint echo coming from above her. Her fingers pressed the button her fingers were hovering over.
While the lift moved she thought of what happened before the incident, what she'd heard in the coma. All she remembered hearing was her brothers voice and it going on and on about what their class had learnt each lesson but nothing else.
The lift went ding again, the doors opened and Lemony wandered into a hallway, it was a lot colder than the first. Not only was it colder it was louder. The roar that she'd heard earlier was coming from outside the door she was facing. It was a fight. She could tell.
She opened the door only to be blasted with a cold breeze that hit her very suddenly. She wandered outside only to be confronted with three or four people.
One was laying on the ground, face down. A second one stood above him holding some sort of axe. A third one was opposite them, his hair was grown past his ears, his ears were grown to a point, his teeth were sharpened to a point and his eyes were blood red. The fourth had been pulled up off the side of the building, he was crouched next to the third one.
That's when I saw the blood all over the boy on the floor. He was dead. The first boy was dead. Murdered.
"Lemony?" A voice questioned, the one with the red eyes asked, looking at the teenage girl like he was dreaming.
Lemony was terrified. She ran back inside, shutting the door behind her. She pressed against with all her strength in hope that it would stop whatever was out there.
Something was trying to open the door behind her. Slamming against the door she was holding shut.
"Lemony! Open the door!" The voice shouted again. It sounded familar. A memory. "Don't be scared. You're safe Lemony. I swear." The voice said quieter.
"How do you know me?" Lemony screamed, it hurt her throat but she had a point to make, she didn't know what but she had a point. She knew it was a stupid question but else should she say.
"You're my best friend's sister, you're practically my sister." The voice replied. Lemony still had no clue who it was. "Scott. It's Scott McCall. Do you remember me?"
"Scott?" She mumbled. She did remember him. But in a different way, but she didn't know what that different way was. Slowly she stood away from the door and begun to open it.
The open door revealed the same dark haired, tanned skinned boy. But his face was... Normal. No fangs, no pointy ears, no overgrown sideburns and no blood red eyes.
"Scott?!" She shouted, jumping towards him, her arms wrapped themselves around his neck. "What the hell happened to you?"
"I can't believe you're awake!" Scott replied with just as much shock as Lemony. "I will tell you everything, but first you need to go back to your room. Go. I will call my mum tell her to go check on you."
Lemony nodded, turning towards the lift. Scott pressed the down button on the lift and they began to wait. "Scott?" She asked getting the boy's attention. "Did he die?" She asked, looking back to the door.
"Yes." Scott sighed. "I'm sorry you had to see it." The lift gave a familiar ding as the doors opened.
Lemony stepped in slowly. Her fingers over the button labelled: 2. "Scott what was his name?" She asked.
This caught Scott off guard, he was a little lost for words and he didn't know why. "Sean." He sighed. "His name was Sean."
The girl pressed the button and the doors closed. And once again Lemony was alone. She looked around the small room, there was nothing that could take and interest.
Nothing except the boy stood in the corner of the room. His hair was a mess, his skin was pale but the thing Lemony focused mostly on his T-shirt and the fact that it was covered in blood.
"W-W-Who Who are you?" Lemony asked, trying as hard as she could to keep calm.
"You know who I am Emily." The boy's voice was dry and cold. He was right she did know but she didn't believe it. "My name is Sean. Emily, you saw me die. You saw what you have to deal with for the rest of your life."
"What do you mean? What I have to deal with?" She was confused, she was stood in the corner taking up as little room as possible.
"What? You don't like Sean?" The boy -Sean- questioned. "Well we don't have to use Sean. We can use some one else."
"What are you talking about?" Lemony asked in confusion, looking at the floor number they were on, 4.
"He means that it's my turn to talk to you." A female voice said, Lemony turned next to her to reveal a blonde girl with a beautiful smile.
"Erica?" Lemony recognised the girl from high school before the incident. She was a frumpy awkward girl up until a few months ago and then she was this girl stood in front of Lemony.
"It hasn't been a few months Emily." Erica said reading her mind. "It's been a year. You've been in a coma for a year."
Lemony was stumped. She was about to reply when the lift doors opened. She missed the ding this time. She turned around expecting to see Erica and Sean. But nothing.
She made her way back to her room, hearing voices from inside.
"Well where is she Melissa?" A voice asked, he sounded frustrated.
"Dad?" She asked walking into the room. To reveal her dad, her brother and Melissa McCall.
"Oh my god." Stiles mumbled running up to the girl before embracing her in a bone crushing hug. He kept mumbling "I can't believe it" over and over to himself like he was expecting to wake up and this all be a dream.
"Stiles." Lemony sighed, it was getting to the point where his hug hurt. "You're hurting."
"Stiles. Let go." Their dad ordered. Reluctantly the boy let go. Lemony was free, only to be attached by her dad who also hugged her tightly. "Hi sweetheart." He smiled pulling away from the girl rubbing a thumb on her cheek. "How you feeling?"
"Honestly, I feel like I can run a marathon." Lemony laughed at her own silliness before turning to Melissa and asking: "is that weird?"
"Well you have been in a coma for a year." Melissa smiled relived that the girl was okay. "I've just got to check your vitals and everything before your dad and Stiles can take you home. Is that okay?" Lemony just nodded at the curly haired woman.
Lemony was sat on the bed as Melissa ran tests, checking blood pressure, resting heart rate and more. Lemony looked around the room at all the faces staring at her. That was when Scott burst into the room panting, like he'd run a marathon.
"Lemony you okay?" Scott asked the girl, as he looked around the room to see who was present. "What you saw on the roof. I can explain-"
"-what do you mean? She was on the roof?" The sheriff asked Scott, before looking back at his daughter. "What did she see?"
"Scott it's okay. Stiles told me everything." Lemony replied gesturing to her brother. "While I was in the coma, I know about you being a werewolf, it took me seeing you like that to remember though." Lemony smiled lightly. "And to answer your first question, yes I'm okay." Was what she said but what she though was:
Am I really okay though?
A/N: Well here is chapter one and I have to thank BlueGhostRider and ZariaHen for voting on the prologue :)
Emma 😊