Eighteen

Stiles

Today Coach was taking us on a field trip. We were on the school bus, three hours into our journey when Coach wouldn't let any of us off to go to the bathroom. That was until Jared puked on the bus and we were all evacuated. After awhile we were back on the bus for another few hours. Stella was sleeping on my shoulder. Another three hours and it was dark out, the bus came to a complete stop and we had arrived. I woke Stella up. We all piled off the bus and Coach was holding a bunch of room keys. Stella stood next to me holding my hand. "I've seen worse" Scott said. "Where have you seen worse?" i asked and Coach Linstock blew his whistle. "Listen up, the meet has been postponed til tomorrow, This was the closest motel with the most vacancy's " He replied "Pair up choose wisely" Coach said. I squeezed Stella's hand as I could tell she found this place a little scary. I was going to stay with Stella. Stella and I walked over to coach and took a key. Room 218. "I will have no sexual perversions, perpetrated by you little deviants" he said. Scott tapped me on the shoulder as he was next door to me and Stella with Malia. Stella stopped looking at Lydia. "Lydia?" she said. "I don't like this place" Lydia replied. "I don't think the owners of this place like this place" Malia replied. "Its just fro one night" Scott replied. "A Lot can happen in one night" Lydia replied. Stella and I went to our room. "Separate beds. Great" I sighed. "Hey we can just move them together" Stella replied as she walked over to her bed trying to move it closer to mine. "The thing is glued to the wall" she replied. "Guess we'll just have to squeeze into the one bed" I winked at her. "Nope I'm sleeping in this bed alone tonight" she replied as she placed her bag on the bed. "This place feels weird to me" Stella said. "Stella its fine okay. Lydia was over reacting nothing is strange about this place. Its just for the night and tomorrow night, after the Lacrosse meet we will be home back in our own beds" I informed her. "Still this place creeps me out" She replied as she crossed her arms and looked around the room. "You hungry?" I asked. "Starved" she giggled. "I'm gonna run down to the vending machine and see what I can get for us. You sure you'll be okay here on your own for like a minute?" I asked. "Yeah I'll be okay" she smiled a little. I kissed Stella and said a quick "I Love You" before rushing out the motel room door and down the stairs where the vending machine was. Boyd was standing there. i gave him a quick "Yo" as I reached for a dollar in my pocket. B

Boyd was getting Peanut Butter crackers when they got caught in the machine. I want to shake it but he just punched the glass and it shattered. Boyd looked like a Zombie. Boyd took what he wanted and left. Since the machine was broken I grabbed some food for me and Stella and walked back up to the room. As I got to the room Stella was gone. I ran out of the room and banged on the door of Scott's room. Scott opened the door. "Stella's gone" I panicked. "What do you mean gone?" he questioned. "I left her in the room to go get food at the vending machine and when I came back to the room she was gone but her key and bag are still there" I informed him. As I walked into Scott's room Malia started acting weird.

Stella

I was down at reception explaining how the towels in my room reached of Nicotine and how I wanted fresh ones. A woman turned around. "Sorry about that sweetheart" she replied. I was looking around her booth and my eyes landed on a number "198" I said to myself. "What does that number mean?" I asked. "You really want to know sweetheart?" she asked. I nodded. "Since this motel opened my Husband likes to keep track of the most guest suicides that have happened here" she said. "198?" I said. "And counting" she smiled at me. I was officially freaked out. I went back to the room and Stiles wasn't there. So I went next door to Scott's room. Scott opened the door and let me in. "Where were you?" Stiles asked. "I went to get fresh towels from the reception as our reached of Nicotine and I got side tracked" I informed them. I was a little shaky. "Stel why are you shaking? Did something happen?" Stiles asked as he came over to me. "There was this number hung up in the receptionist booth. 198. I asked her what it meant and she said that he husband put it up there as since this Motel has opened he's been keeping track" I assured them. "Keeping track of what?" Scott asked. "The number of guest suicides" I breathed. "All suicides?" Lydia asked. "Hanging, throat cutting, pill popping, shot gun in the mouth suicides" I informed them. Lydia started hearing voices and she rushed to the room next to Scott's. Mine and Stiles' room. "This room isn't safe" she said. "W-why is it not safe?" Stiles asked. "Most of the suicides happened in this room" Lydia turned around. I looked at Stiles who pulled me close to him. Stella walked to the bed and started gathering up her things. "You know there is something seriously wrong with this place" she said. "Stiles we need to leave" she said as she was packing away her things. "But they were suicides, not murders. it's not like this place is haunted. Right?" Scott turned to Lydia. "Maybe it is" Lydia replied.

Myself and Stiles packed up our things and went down to the receptionist asking for another room. As we got there Lydia followed. "Stella didn't you say that sign said 198?" Lydia asked. "Yeah" I turned around looking at her. "It now said 201" she replied. "Does that mean three has been three more suicides?" Stiles asked. "Or that three more are about to happen" Lydia replied. I looked at the sign and I was now terrified. "Stiles I want to go home. NOW" I said to him. "I don't think Coach will let us leave" Lydia replied. "Well I'm not staying here at this creepy place. Everyone is turning weird and I don't want to be the next one to go loopy and kill myself" I started walking away.

-Awhile later-

Scott was now acting really strange. Myself, Lydia and Stiles were in her room talking. "The last time I saw Scott act like that was during a full moon" I paced around her room.  "He was definitely a little off with me too. So was Malia" Stiles replied. "Actually it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through a vending machine" Stiles said as he made a punching motion. "See it is the Motel" I replied. "We need to get out of this hotel or someone needs to learn how to do an exercist before the werewolf go crazy and kill us" Lydia said as she grabbed a Bible from a drawer. "Hold on, what if its not just the Motel. Stel the number in the office went up by three right?" Stiles asked. "You mean like three sacrifices?" I questioned. "W-what if this time its three werewolves?" Stiles asked. "Scott, Malia and Boyd" I breathed. Lydia pointed the bible at Stiles and asked him if we could get out of here. Stiles took the bible from Lydia and noticed a page sticking out. He took it out and read it. It was an article about a twenty eight year old Man who hung himself at this Motel. Stiles shook the Bible over the bed and lots of articles fell out. Lydia looked at them and said "They all mention room 218" she replied as Stiles and I looked at each other. Stiles went on about how every room possibly has a bible that keeps records of all the suicides that went on. "What if your room has a record about that couple?" Lydia asked. Stiles ran to our room and the door was locked. "That was not locked before" I shook my head. "Forget about the room we need to get Scott, Malia and Boyd out of here" Lydia replied. I started hearing a noise. Like a handsaw. "I'm not the only one who hears that am I?" I asked. "I hear it too. It sounds like a handsaw" Lydia replied. "A Handsaw?" Stiles repeated. We opened the door to find Malia standing there holding the hand saw. "HEY MALIA DON'T" Stiles yelled at her. Stiles ran over and fought Malia for the hand saw. I stood at the door with Lydia, watching as Stiles and Malia were fighting for the handsaw. If this goes wrong, Stiles could end up dead. I looked over to my right side and found the plug off the saw and unplugged it. Stiles hit the floor, his face inches away from the blade of the handsaw. I ran over and sat him up on the floor. I was behind Stiles as Malia's claws protruded from her fingers. Malia placed her claws at her abdomen and was ready to scratch herself to death. Stiles and I pulled her hands away and she hit the floor. She came back to reality and stood up. "What the hell happened?" she asked confused. We explained to Malia what was going on. "W-wher's Scott?" she asked. "We don't know" Lydia replied. Malia ran out of the room and we followed. I was the last person to leave the room and the door slammed shut. "STILES" I screamed as I tried to get the door open. "STELLA. STELLA BABY OPEN THE DOOR" He yelled from the other side. "I can't the door won't open" I said as I tugged at the door. Just then I heard footsteps in the room. I was terrified. Maybe I was about to be murdered. I turned around to see someone I didn't expect to see. My Uncle Kyle, holding a gun. "Well hello there. We meet again" he smiled. "What do you want from me?" I asked. "I want to kill you. Like I always have. You've heard about what goes on here. This room, this room is known for people killing themselves and I am here to make it look like your death was a suicide" he replied as he held his gun next to him. I was panicking. "STELLA" Stiles was banging on the door as he heard my Uncle's voice. "How did you know I was here? You're supposed to be in prison" I replied as moved away from the door. "I escaped. I found out that you were in Beacon Hills High School so I went there, pretending to be your Father and asked where you were and they told me you were at the Motel, a pit stop on the way to a Lacrosse meet and when I arrived here the lovely reception lady told me what room you were in. She also told me about how many people have been killed, or took their own lives in this very room and so I knew I had to take yours" he said. Just then the door burst open. I turned around to see Stiles, Lydia and Malia come rushing in. I turned back around and saw that Kyle now had his gun pointing at me. That's when I heard the gun crack and I felt extreme pain in my abdomen. I looked down to see that my Uncle shot me. I fell to the ground as I heard Stiles yell my name. He ran behind me and caught me as I fell to the floor. I was in so much pain. I looked at Kyle who immediately regretted his decision. Malia took Kyle out of the room and god knows what happened. "LYDIA FIND SCOTT" Stiles shouted. I placed my hands over my abdomen where I was shot, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding. "It hurts" I yelped. "Hey shhh you're gonna be okay" Stiles had tears in his eyes. "I won't be" I shook my head. "I'm going to die here and that's okay" I nodded. "No you're not dying on me okay. I won't let you" Stiles replied as he rocked us back and forth.

A few minutes later Lydia had arrived back with Scott, who was okay. "Stella" he ran over to me and took my hand. "The ambulance and police are on their way" he informed me. "There's no time" I shook my head. "There is time Stel. Just hang in there okay? A little longer" Scott asked. I couldn't feel the pain of the bullet anymore. I knew I was dying. "I can't feel the pain anymore" I informed him and Stiles. I turned to look at Scott. "Stella" he cried. "I had an amazing life with you as my brother Scott. When I'm gone, don't grieve in pain, live your life okay? Go to college, find love, get married and have beautiful kids" I smiled a little. I looked to Stiles. "Look after my Mom and Scott they'll need you." I said weakly. "They won't need me because they have you" he said. "Look after your Dad too. Stiles, you'll fall in love again. You'll find happiness with someone else and you will get married and have children and grow old together" I informed him. "No because I want that with you" he sniffed. I started hearing sirens outside and people's voices. "Stella you're not dying on me" Stiles said. "I'm dying Stiles. I'm in the arms of my first love, the only person I have ever loved. I couldn't picture me dying any other way" I said as my eyes were getting heavier. Just as the police, paramedics, Coach Finstock, my Mom, Malia, Lydia and Argent burst through the door darkness took over and that's the last thing I remember before everything went black.