Crave (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

Chapter 10

The next day, I try to avoid everyone. I can't take all the visions I keep getting.

My dream turned into a nightmare when I saw the dread doctors. They stuck the needle in my neck again and this time the liquid injected in me. I woke up drenched in sweat and blood. My neck wouldn't stop bleeding.

By the time it finally stopped, I looked pale, dead even. I went back to bed hoping it would go away. Probably just because I lost a lot of blood.

But when I woke up, I still looked pale. I looked like a walking corpse.

"Hey Emb-" Stiles said walking into my room but stopping. So much for avoiding people.

"Are you ok? You look..."

"Dead," I finish for him. He nods.

"The dread doctors were in my dream. I didn't tell anyone this before, but I saw them. A few days ago. They tried injecting me with something but they weren't able to complete the task. Last night they did. I woke up and my neck wouldn't stop bleeding and I don't know why," I explain. Stiles looks at my neck where it had a scar and pulled back.

"Maybe it wasn't real," he says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"There's nothing there," he says. I walk over to the mirror and sure enough there's nothing there. Not a single mark.

"But I swear I woke up Stiles. I'm not lying," I say.

"Maybe you're sick. Are you sure you want to go to school looking like...a zombie?" he asks.

"Uh!" I gasp.

"Sorry. It's whatever you want to do. But if I were you, I'd go to the doctors," he says.

"Fine. If it'll make you happy," I say. What if I just imagined it and I'm only sick? No harm done right?

~

"Uncle Stilinski?" I ask him walking into the kitchen.

He turns around holding a coffee mug. When he sees me he drops it. I watch as the cup falls, almost in slow motion. When it hits the ground, a wretched shattering sound fills the air. I cup my hands over my ears and squeeze my eyes shut. It's like knives are cutting my ears.

"Are you ok? You look sick," he says rushing over to me. I slowly remove my hands from my ears.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I need to go," I say rushing out the door. I look for the one person that might be able to help me. Mrs. McCall.

~

"So let me get this straight. You woke up looking like a dead corpse and last night you had a dream that the dread doctors injected you with something?" she asks.

"Yes. I know they did," I say.

"Ember how can you be so sure it wasn't just a dream?" she asks.

I throw up my hands in frustration. Why won't anyone believe me?

"You know what, I'll figure this out myself," I say.

"Ember let me hel-" I interrupt her.

"No it's ok. You aren't the first person who thinks I'm crazy," I say. I grab my backpack and exit the hospital. People passing by, shield themselves. They probably think I have some highly contagious disease or something.

When I get to school, I try to avoid everyone's gazes. They all stare at me and I go straight to my locker. I bury my face in it. Why, out of all the days, did today have to be the day I looked like a zombie corpse bride?