Luna (closed)
@newalphaderekhale
The first thing Stiles became aware of when consciousness came back to him was the racing of his own heart, pattering in his head and slamming against his rib cage like a rabbit caught in a trap. The second was how filthy he felt, coated in mud and sweat and...blood?
He felt his heart sink to his knees as he held his hands in front of his face, coated in thick, oozing, drying blood. He could hear his breathing get faster, the room starting to sway. He didn’t know how, but he could hear people talking downstairs and he felt compelled to join them, to find answers. He pulled himself up from the floor of his bedroom and stumbled to his door, the room swimming in his vision. Pulling himself out to the hallway, he thumped ungracefully down the stairs one by one. The voices got louder, before suddenly going quiet and by the time he made it to the ground floor, Scott, Derek, Kira and Malia were with him.
Scott moved first, seeing his disorientation. He held his hands up and called his best friend’s name a few times. But Stiles didn’t want comfort, he didn’t want to be calmed down. He wanted to get to the mirror that hung at the entrance door. “Stiles! Stiles, listen to me. This isn’t your fault.” Scott said. Stiles just pushed passed him, stumbling towards the mirror and bracing himself on the low cabinet below him. There was more blood on his chin, dribbling from his mouth. His face was a sickly pale color and he had dark bags under his eyes, a light sheen of sweat still coating his features. He took a few breaths and finally showed his eyes. They were a bright, haunting blue.
