Beacon ⌲ Stiles Stilinski [1] EDITING

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After the sun went down, the dark clouds which had been looming over Beacon Hills all day finally released their curtains of rain; giving way to an evening storm. I was tucked up in my bed, protected by the water droplets pelting against the glass of my window, and feverishly drawing in my sketchbook. In a way, sitting under the light of my lamp and layers of blankets protected me both from the storm and the stress and anxiety from the new school experience currently weighing on my shoulders. Or, at least, helped me forget for a little while; the knot in my stomach loosening with every stroke of soft lead on paper.

When it came to my sketches, I allowed anything that flew through my head to drip directly onto the paper without worrying too much about the process of planning a concrete subject to portray on the pages. It was more relaxing and freeing that way. Besides, I was simply filling up cheap notebooks as opposed to throwing ink on the expensive canvases reserved for more polished or thought out endeavors. 

Recently I had been sketching a lot of faces and landscapes. Tonight in particular, I was drawing a pair of eyes. Eyes were some of the most interesting features to draw so it wasn't out of the ordinary to find my other sketchbooks filled with similar designs, but I made these eyes slightly creepier; drawing with harsher lines and exaggerating the glowing ruby irises.

A clap of thunder echoed suddenly, making me jump and turn my attention to the window. At the sight of how bad the storm was getting, I glanced worriedly at my phone.

Allison had left an hour ago for a late night grocery run - plowing through pints of cookie dough ice cream together was another stress relief tactic - and I was beginning to worry about the state of the roads in this weather. Just as I was about to select her contact name to call and check in, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Ellie, I didn't mean to, I don't know what to do, I looked away for like 2 seconds, I couldn't see it in the dark-"

"Allison slow down!" I urged, my eyes widening in panic. I immediately began to assume the worst. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you?"

I could imagine Allison wounded, stranded on the side of the highway, and shuddered at the thought. Halfway to my closet to throw on a jacket, she answered me to calm my nerves.

"No, no, I'm fine. It's the dog that's hurt."

"Dog?"

"Yes, I-I accidentally hit it, I-I think it's hurt. I'm pulled over now, at the side of the road, but I don't know what to do with it. What do I do, Ellie, help it looks really hurt I-."

"Allison calm down it will be okay," I said. Despite her mad panic over the dog, a wave of relief washed over me upon discovering that my sister wasn't hurt after all. I pulled the phone from my ear to search a few things in the browser before copying a bunch of directions and returning the device up to speak into the microphone. "Okay, okay, listen, there's an animal clinic about 10 minutes away. Try your best to get him in the car and bring him there. I'll send you the directions."

"Okay, okay...." I heard my sister's breathing settle.

"Just be careful. And hurry, it says on their website that they'll be closing in twenty minutes."

"Okay, I will, I promise. Thank you so much, hopefully I'll be home soon. Love you."

"Love you too," I said with a grin before hanging up.

It wasn't for another hour that I heard Allison's car pull up to the house. The only text I had received from her since our phone call was a message assuring me that she had found the animal shelter, so, naturally I sprung up from my bed and ran downstairs to meet her.