Black Cat

Stiles + Malia: the calm before the storm

                                  I act                                             a r r o g a n t                 to hide                            how         l o s t                                                     I feel

 i did not ask for the life that i was given,                               but it was given none the less.                 & with it,           i try my best.

Lyra let out a small sigh of relief when Jakob opened his eyes but before she knew it they were closed again. “Jakob,” Lyra said keeping her voice up to be heard over everything else. “Jakob, come on. You have to wake up for me. We gotta get you out of here.” The girl lifted her hand up to pat the side of Jakob’s face hoping that it would get him to open his eyes again or at least snap out of it. “I can’t leave you here, Jakob, come on!” Lyra grabbed a hold of Jakob’s arm as she stood up trying to get the guy to at least sit up so she could get him on his feet.

Eyes still closed, but mind awake yet again, Jakob could feel a tapping on his cheek. Not too hard, but enough that he would notice. His arm began to pull upwards away from his body, a constant tugging trying to pull him up. He let out a slight yelp as Lyra pulled, seeing as the arm movement was making his shoulder feel worse. "Lyra!" he said painfully. Jakob mustered up as much strength as he could and forced his upper body towards her. As he sat up, he took one arm away from the girl in order to push himself up from the ground. He most certainly wouldn't be able to do it without the support of another person, literally. He just didn't have the muscle. The poison wouldn't stop spreading through his body whether he gave up or not. But he couldn't give up. 

He continued to fall in and out of consciousness, barely waking up only to feel cold sweats and soreness, and then blacking out again. However, at one point when he woke up he felt his head rocking forward and backward. He was completely disoriented, and now dizzy, but Jakob tried to stay awake hard enough to figure out what was going on. Did a hunter get to him? Are they trying to mug him? Kill him? No. It couldn't be a hunter. They would have killed him by now. His hearing was clouded and fuzzy, like he was underwater. He could hear someone shouting, but he couldn't pin point the voice. Was it male? No, too high pitched? Had to be female. The pain was unbearable, but the boy forced himself to open his eyes. He couldn't keep them open for two seconds, before he shut them tight again. He caught a glimpse of the brown hair. Porter? No, she'd probably be crying by now. But who else would could it be? ...Lyra? Jakob struggled to open his mouth and form the words. His tongue touched the bottom of his front teeth, and he made an almost inaudible noise before he passed out again.