We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 8
Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.
Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.
This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story
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In this chapter: There’s someone. Someone I kinda forgot about. Someone I need to try to save. But am I strong enough?
Word count: 3223
It didn’t take much time before the police and the paramedics arrived at school. That wasn’t surprising considering the damage the class had and the injured students, it was only natural that the 911 was called. And especially the sheriff’s son that was also in the classroom near me. I was still sitting on the same chair and Stiles hadn’t left me since he had protected me from the crows, something I didn’t quite understand. Why take the risk of saving someone he didn’t know? Then I remembered how heroic Stiles could be at some times.
He didn’t want to leave me alone so he was still standing next to me, asking me every 5 minutes if I was fine. Questions I didn’t reply. I tried to understand the meaning of the voice’s words. I tried to understand why I had done that. Why did I feel the need to save everyone? The adrenaline had come down a while and I was beginning to feel the pain on my body that was slowly appearing. I also felt a disgusting pain in my heart going up in my throat as my eyes scrutinized the crows’ corpses that littered the ground and student desks. Then I couldn’t hold back the little breakfast I had eaten this morning.
“Oh … oh no …. Please… don’t … ooooh … ” Stiles muttered beside me, seeing me being sick on live.
“Sorry …” I replied, trying to get up to get away from my little damage. That was a lot for me. I didn’t think it was so hard to live, all the events that happened in the life of the characters in the show. They seemed to bear it well, but it was honestly intolerable. The stress they had to live every day was heavy, my legs were still trembling so Stiles had to help me get up and we walked away a bit before being intercepted by none other than Jennifer. Her hair was unfurled and she had feathers on her head.
“No one should leave before the police come and the paramedics check you…” She told us in a tone that wanted to be authoritarian but gentle.
“I think Y / N doesn’t feel very good, she should take some air.”
Jennifer was about to answer when the Sheriff entered the classroom, followed by paramedics with first aid kits.
“Stiles, can you explain me what happened?” The sheriff asked before he noticed me. “Well … first day of classes and already we see each other again, Y / N. ”
“You know her?“ Stiles asked and I already felt Scott’s lie saying I was his half-sister gone in the wind.
“More or less,” The sheriff answered by putting his hand on his belt while staring at me. “You still don’t remember anything?”
I shook my head negatively while looking at the floor.
“Well, it’s unfortunate,” he added, placing his hand gently on my head, which made me jump. He was very understanding all of a sudden. Surely because he was in front of his son.
Then the sheriff left us to talk with other students, and I listened.
“Mr. Argent. You wouldn’t have any insight into this would you? ”
I had neither heard nor seen Allison’s father enter the classroom. I had to be too absorbed by the events to notice.
“Yeah, it’s all this bizarre animal behavior, it’s uh… You must have seen something like this before, right?”
"Not sure why I would or would you think I would.”
He remained cautious and polite at the same time. A real hunter in the soul. After all, lying was part of his profession.
“Y / N?” Stiles called to me, wondering surely why I wasn’t moving anymore.
"I’m sorry. I could have sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter. ”
Uh oh. Stiles immediately turned to the conversation and I saw him quickly turn his head away seeing the black glare that Chris had thrown at him.
“Uh, right. Well not anymore. ”
And the discussion between the two fathers ended. The sheriff asked Allison if everything was okay and she replied in the affirmative.
“Let’s go …” I whispered as I walked away from the classroom. Stiles came out of his thoughts and came back to me and quickly put my arm around his shoulder to help me walk. If I hadn’t had my heart beat so fast in my chest caused by the shock of what had just happened, I would surely have blushed and my heart would have beat that strong because of the proximity we had.
We were finally out of the class, out of the smell of death and corpses. I could finally breathe a little when someone called us.
“You weren’t examined by the paramedics yet, it would be better that you come back to class,” Jennifer told us.
I hated her even more.
In the end the paramedics examined us outside the classroom. Stiles had a scrap on his forehead and a few scratches in the back and for my part, apart from my broken wrist and my tight ankle, nothing had changed except a few scratches here and there. Because my crutches were damaged an ambulance driver gave me news. I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing because now I no longer needed Stiles’ help to walk and I didn’t hate the proximity we had. At least my breathing had begun to regain a more normal rhythm.
“I’ll take you home,” Stiles told me while consulting his phone. We were in the corridor near the lockers and I could see Lydia and Allison in front of us chatting. “I have to call Scott before … he must know what happened. He’s your brother after all. ”
If one day I thought that becoming Scott’s little sister would be so … comforting. Hearing his name comforted me because I knew he would find a way to fix everything. I had only one desire, snuggle in his arms. Even though he was going to find it strange. I don’t know why I needed it so much.
“We got a serious problem at school. Miss Blake’s class was hit- ”
“Well can you tell me about it later?”
“Uh, nope, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion.”
“Okay then … wait, is Y / N fine?”
“Yeah, she’s there with me, Scott where-”
“Meet me at Derek’s.”
“Derek’s house? What’s the hell you doing at Derek’s house? ”
“Just meet us here okay? And bring Y / N with you. ”
Stiles hung up and stared at his cell phone.
“It’s not like I have a choice,” he grumbled, glancing at me quickly as I avoided his eyes by looking away.
“Where’s Scott?” A voice made before us, and automatically I raised my head to look in front of me. I remembered this scene too well.
“He had to leave. He’s supposed to be back in class- "Allison began in response to Braeden who seemed more panicked than ever.
"Is he coming back?” Braeden asked as she grabbed Allison’s wrist abruptly.
"Hey! Easy with the physicality, Sweetheart-” Lydia raised the tone to be authoritative, but got her wrist caught as well in a small cry of pain. Then Braeden seemed to look in our direction with horrified eyes, but I knew we weren’t the cause of it. I turned around just in time to see the twins leave in another corridor.
They were going to kill her, or at least they were going to try. When I turned to Braeden again, she was gone.
“Well she bruised me.” Lydia muttered, looking at her wrist.
"Huh. Me too.” Allison replied, and at the same moment her father came to them.
"Come on. Let’s get the two of you girls outta here. School may wait another day. Sweetheart.” His father began, but I wasn’t listening to them. I walked where Braeden was without thinking. I knew where and I knew what was going to happen. But the question was; could I save her? Did I have the strength? Physical strength, fighting against alphas I didn’t have. But mental strength? The only thing I had succeeded was thrown up in front of everyone because of some crow’s corpse, what was I supposed to do when it’ll be a human corpse?
"Y / N! Hey, where are you going! We’re supposed to meet Scott! ”
Stiles followed me, but I didn’t slow down. I wasn’t walking fast anyway. At the end of the corridor I felt lost. I wasn’t familiar enough with the school. But I didn’t want to spend my time being afraid, trembling like a leaf. If I wanted to accomplish my mission and save everyone, I would never succeed by whining like a kid. And as long as I didn’t know how, why, and how long I was stuck in this world, I promised myself not to throw up again. Especially not in front of Stiles.
I turned back to him and looked him in the eyes, determined. I didn’t want to be weak anymore.
“Where are the locker rooms?” I asked him eagerly. Time was counting; I was running out of time. I had to act quickly, before Deucalion arrives and slits her throat. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I was going to save her. I could never save Allison if I couldn’t do anything now.
"Uh,” Stiles began without understanding. Then his eyes became more harsh and suspicious. “Why’d you ask?”
I didn’t have time to play the detective with him, although I knew Stiles had good reason to suspect me. I knew things that I shouldn’t know, and especially I had landed in Scott’s life overnight without warning. And Stiles was known not to give the benefit of the doubt very easily. He had doubts for everyone, had been right for Matt, for Peter, for Theo. And although I only wanted to help, I knew he was right in being hesitant with me. I even bet that as soon as he had time he would do all the research of the world about me to arrive at nothing, no information about me as I didn’t exist in this world.
“I don’t have time to explain,” I began slowly, choosing my words carefully. “But you have to trust me … I know you don’t trust people easily, but …”
“Trusting you when I don’t even know you would be the same as leaving the wheel to a blind man,” he mumbled, raising his eyebrows and making one of his facial expressions with his hands before looking into my eyes. “But with what happened in class … you’ll have to explain how you knew what was going to happen.”
I felt a little light of hope and went to speak when he raised a finger to interrupt me.
“That doesn’t mean I trust you. I do this because you’re Scott’s sister and I have to stay with you or hell he’ll want to tear my head off if anything happens to you. ”
“Great!” I say too quickly. It couldn’t be that easy.
"The locker rooms are this way, follow me.”
He began to move towards the locker room when obviously someone faced us. Stiles’ father.
“Where are you going kids?”
“Y / N must go to the toilet,” Stiles replied quickly.
“There are toilets there,” the sheriff pointed behind us.
“But you see, Dad, Y / N was sick a little while ago in class and she doesn’t want to be sick again in a place where a lot of students go, so I said to myself, hey, I’ll take her to a toilet where there’s no one… what about the locker room?” Stiles gesticulated quickly and without taking a breath. Sometimes I forgot that lying to his father had become too easy for him.
His father seemed to think for a moment before speaking.
"Very well, I’ll take her myself,” he answered and my eyes widened. He couldn’t come. If he came he was going to shoot at the alphas and would become their target afterwards. And he would inevitably end up wounded. He absolutely had to stay out of it.
“I …” I started, feeling the fear taking possession of my body. I no longer controlled the situation. “I …” I tried again, trying to find something to say, anything! Go Y / N! Say something!
But anxiety paralyzed me, and fear too. I was afraid of what would happen if there was a confrontation between the sheriff and the alpha pack. If it were to happen, if I changed the future too much, I wouldn’t be aware of the events to come, I would lose control and I wouldn’t be able to save Allison and the others. And this thought alone succeeded in putting me in all my most panicked states. And that, Stiles noticed it well because he came to my rescue.
“Dad … you don’t see that she’s still in shock? And with her amnesia … Scott who’s not there … she must feel alone and panicked,” he confided softly to his father in a low, hoarse voice. His voice that I loved and I loved it even more now.
“Okay kids. But be careful, okay?” He finished, passing by us while tapping Stiles’ shoulder.
"Yes Dad.” Stiles answered before turning to me, worried. He was right to be. I had panicked again, and for what? Because I was unable to find an excuse, a lie. I didn’t want to be weak, so why was I unable to do anything?
"Let’s go …” I mumbled in a broken voice before starting to walk again with my crutches under my arms. I didn’t want to explain myself at the moment, I already had too much difficulty to stay focused in my mission with him so close to me.
“The locker rooms are here,” Stiles ended up telling me by pointing two doors, separated from each other by a wall. There were several meters between them.
My heart began to beat faster. Now that I was in front of the doors, so close to my goal, all my confidence had gone. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to go in.
“And now?” Stiles asked me.
"Stay here …” I whispered as I walked along. I didn’t know if Braeden was in the girls ‘or boys’ locker room, so I decided at random and took the left one.
“No way,” Stiles answered, following me.
“Stiles …” I whispered, casting a heavy look. I didn’t want him to get hurt.
“I know you’re trying to stay calm, but I can see how frightened you are. So no matter what you wanted that much to come here, I’m coming with you. I lied to my father and I followed you, so it better worth it. ”
I had to capitulate because I knew he wouldn’t let go. He had the face, the one he takes when he’s convinced and stoic. And time was upon us. I swallowed and entered the locker room.
There was debris strewn on the ground, a sign I had chosen just right. Some lockers were broken, and others had werewolf scratches on the broken metal doors. Blood was also on the ground.
“Oh shit … it was worth it finally …” Stiles whispered close to me, my heart beat so loudly that I could hear it in my ears.
Then, before us, I saw her. She was sitting against the wall covered in blood, her throat torn apart. I had arrived too late.
I rushed to Braeden, dropping my crutches behind me and walked on my wounded ankle without feeling the pain because the adrenaline that ran through my veins was too strong. I quickly pulled off my hoodie and put her on her throat to stop the blood, knowing without needing to take her pulse that she was alive.
“Call an ambulance!” I shouted to Stiles behind me and immediately he pulled out his phone to dial the emergency number.
It didn’t take long to get help because there were already ambulances at the school, so they were with Braeden in just a few minutes. Stiles helped me get away from the inert body and I learned that she was still alive. But it didn’t change the fact that I had arrived too late. In the show, time seemed to pass so much more slowly, in reality it took only a moment for everything to happen and to get her throat snatched from a werewolf claws. And the blood, the blood everywhere, the blood on my hands and the smell that didn’t leave my nose made me want to throw up again, but I had nothing left in my stomach.
“I’m going to faint …” Stiles muttered, raising his eyes to the skies, still holding my arm to help me stand.
“I was about to say the same thing,” I answered in a trembling voice, looking at my blood-covered hands. “Actually I think I’m really gonna faint,” I murmured before feeling the world turning around me.
“Wow, wow easy …” Stiles held me more firmly to stabilize me and prevent me from falling to the ground, and led us out of the locker rooms. On the way out we met the sheriff again.
“I leave you alone two seconds and …”
“Dad,” Stiles began in a serious voice, a rare thing. His father looked back with understanding and nodded. He let us pass but I had the strength to say one last thing before Stiles led me further.
“Don’t leave her alone … she’s in danger …”
And without further interaction, we left the place that was like a horror film.
Without the help of Stiles, I would never have managed to leave alone since my legs were so weak.
“Where are we going …” I mumbled as Stiles left me in front of a sink and opened the taps before putting my hands under the cold water.
“You have to clean it up,” he replied, still having his serious voice. We were in the other locker room.
He withdrew my sticky splint and slowly began to clean each part of my dirty skin, each finger one at a time that was soaked by blood. His hands were incredibly soft.
Once my hands were clean and no more blood was visible, I fell to the ground throwing my splint off. It was covered with blood and for the moment I didn’t tolerate seeing more. And the smell that didn’t want to leave my nose…
Stiles went to take it back and crouched down at my height. I did everything to avoid his gaze.
“Too late …” I whispered looking at the void.
“I arrived too late …”
I had failed.
“What are you talking about? I saw you rushing to save her, Y / N. You saved her. If you hadn’t found her there… ”
He didn’t continue his sentence so I had to raise my eyes to him to understand the reason for his sudden muteness.
“How … did you know she was there…”
In the next chapter: Derek’s house, lots of question. I think the end of the day is like the end of episode one. But who knows how much times there’s before episode 2?