So this is my first time writing...well anything really, so fare warning.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter, and please leave feedback for me so I can make future chapters better.

And without further ado, enjoy.

I was standing in my new bedroom of my older cousins apartment unpacking a few more things, while listening to music, obviously. I just moved here a couple of weeks ago, or should I say back here, I used to live here when I was younger but after my mom died my dad decided to move us away, but after dad died a few months ago I had to come here to live with my cousin because I'm not yet old enough to live on my own. Not that I mind living with Olly, he's a really cool guy, like the awesome older brother you'd always want. Olly was at work right now, he owned his own mechanic shop that I sometimes helped him out in, working on a car he had to get done it a couple of days, it was currently the night before the first day of school. As I said I was in the middle of unpacking a few more things when it happened, a searing pain behind my eyes and a pounding in my head that I'm all to familiar with.

This has been happening basically my whole life, when I was little it was just dreams that I would wake up from with bad headaches, but as I got older the worse they got. It wouldn't just be when I was asleep they would come at random times a day, sometimes I got a little warning with light pain behind my eyes or the starting of a headache, or maybe both, but a lot of the time they hit me like a train, and that's basically what it felt like, getting hit in the head by a train. Fun right? (note the sarcasm) My parents took me to the doctor the first few times it happened, although they couldn't find anything wrong so they just summed it up to bad migraines and eventually prescribed me a high dose of pain meds to take when I get one.

Although I knew it was more than just headaches. Those dreams I had when I was little, and now days flashes behind my eyes when I got a 'migraine', no matter what they were about, small things like a mug getting knocked off the counter to big things like the neighbor getting hit by a car, they would always come true. (so yes our neighbor did get hit by a car but that's a story for another time) But I couldn't go around telling people that I could see the future, that would for sure get me landed in the psych ward. So of course I've kept it to myself.

So back to the problem at hand, that being feeling like my head was getting run over by a train, and of course the flashes. Flashes behind my eyes that move so fast, to anyone else they wouldn't make sense, but to me they do. Sort of. They can sometimes be hard to decipher or even to see them clearly with, you know, the whole pain thing.

So here I am, on the floor of my grey painted bedroom, clutching at my head in pain, trying to see the flashes clearly. From what I can see it's two boys about my age, running through the woods at night, then somehow they get separated. Now there's only one boy, he's looking for something when he falls, then I both see and hear him get attacked by something. And before I know it, boom, the flashes stop and I'm left, lying on my bedroom floor, with splitting headache. I slowly stand up, still thinking about the 'vision' or whatever you'd like to call it, I never officially named them. As I made my way over to my desk where my meds were I was trying to figure out when this was gonna happen, because it's never really clear, I normally have to think on it for some time. I haven't got this down to a complete science yet. After I took my meds and sat in my desk chair, it hit me. I realized that it was tonight, it was happening tonight, that poor kid was gonna get attacked and maybe killed, the flashes stopped before I could be sure. I had to do something. I rushed up from my chair, grabbed my jacket from my bed and stepped into my combat boots next to my door. Rushing out of the apartment down the street towards the area in the woods it was going to happen. How did I know exactly where in the many woods around here they were? Good question. Its like how I know when things are gonna happen I also know where. How it works on the other hand? I have no idea. So here I was, running down the street towards that area of the woods, without a plan nor any weapons, other than the tac force pocket knife I try to always keep on me, but lets be honest I have no idea what I'm doing so it probably won't do any good. Smart? Obviously not. But winging it has always been my style anyways, and yes I realize that doesn't make it any better but it has never failed me before. Okay that's a lie but whatever.

After I hit the tree line I realized how dark it was and remembered I didn't have my phone or any light source, other than the moon, for that matter. But it was to late to go back now. After running for a bit (and not so successfully dodging a few tree limbs) I stopped and looked around, then closed my eyes so focus on the location. Bolting to the left I ran for a bit up a hill then took a right running full speed, in the dark I may remind you, so not being able to see that well, I ran full force into someone and we both fell to the ground with a grunt.

When I got my bearings I looked up only to be blinded by a sudden light, hissing by the pain it caused my head (still suffering from a killer headache and having my eyes adjusting the to dark) I looked back down at the ground trying to shield my eyes from it. Then suddenly a voice spoke up.

"Crap, sorry!"

When I noticed that the owner of the voice moved the light from my face I slowly looked up being met with the shadowy face of a boy with shaggy brown hair, but it still being kind of dark I couldn't see much else.

"I think I should be the one saying that, seeing as I ran into you. You alright?"

"Yea, I'm alright I think, you?" He asked while standing up and offering me a hand.

Taking the hand and standing up as well I dusting my pants off I answered "Yeah, yea I'm okay, sorry 'bout that."

"No, it's okay, I'm alright." He rushed to answer, also dusting himself off with one hand as the other one was holding what looked like a phone, the source of the light. suddenly he stopped, pointing the light at me, carefully this time as to not blind me with the light he ask, "Mind me asking why your running around the woods in the middle of the night?"

I stopped what I was doing to look up at him squinting my eyes cause even the small amount of light made my head hurt, maybe I should have taken another pill that one I took doesn't seem to be doing the trick. "If you tell me what your doing running around the woods in the middle of the night."

He let out something that was between a puff of air and a chuckle, looking behind him, rubbing his free hand down the side of his jeans then looking back at me, he went to answer. "Well I was wit- Oh crap!" he cut himself off and starting looking around the ground.

"What, what is it?" I asked suddenly worried, well more than I already was.

"My inhaler, I must have dropped it when I fell!" he answered starting to look around the forest floor for said inhaler.

"Ah sorry, I'll help you look." I already felt bad for running into the kid and then I go making him loose his inhaler, great going me. Some hero I am. "Hey, what's your name?" I asked while trying to look around for the inhaler, hopefully I won't step on it.

"Oh its uh, its Scott, you?" He answered and asked while keeping his eye on the ground, I think I over reacted with how bright that light was. Stupid headache.

"Robin. See it yet?" I asked while standing back up strait and turning to him, looking to my left when I heard something moving in the distance.

"No, nothing ye- Woah!" he suddenly shouted, scaring me being an understatement. Before I could ask what was wrong, a herd of dear ran up on us making me jump back and hide by a tree, Scott jumped the other way falling down a hill.
As soon as all the dear had passed I slowly stood up glancing around myself, trying to slow my racing heart.

"Scott? Scott!" I pushed off the tree I was leaning on and starting walking the way I last saw Scott. "Scott!" walking slowly as to not fall or, knowing me, run into a tree. coming next to another tree, that I totally didn't run into, I was about to call Scotts name again when I heard, what I'm guessing was Scott, screaming. So throwing the whole 'moving slow so as too not run into anything' plan out the window, I took off running in the direction of the screams. As I fell down a hill I thought maybe throwing the walking slow plan away probably wasn't the best idea but...whatever, I was already falling.
Once I landed, not so gracefully, at the bottom of the hill I jumped up, trying to push the pain in my head, along with the new pain from falling down a hill, aside as I ran towards where I hoped Scott was.

"Scott! Scott, where are you!" Still running forward and yelling for Scott, which I realize probably was not the best idea but again too late now. I, once again, ran into someone, that someone being Scott. (Obviously, how many other people are running around the woods this late at night?) Thankfully this time we didn't fall down, just stumbled slightly.

"Hey! we gotta go now!" Scott was breathing heavy and seemed scared and I wasn't about to argue with him. So as Scott grabbed my hand and started running, I didn't protest, just started running along with him.

We ran until we made it onto a road and right as we stopped a car came out of nowhere, well not really it was going down the road we just didn't see it. Right before the car almost hit us it swerved out of the way and continued down the road.
Scott let go of my hand, both of his going to the hem of his hoodie, wincing slightly as he pulled it up too reveal a nasty looking bite mark.

"Crap, Scott! What happened?" I asked going to get a closer look at the bite mark.

"I-I don't know...I think it was a wolf or something." putting his hoodie and shirt back down he looked up at me then back at the woods, then a loud howl rang out and we both looked back at each other then I looked back too the woods.

"Right, wolves...okay." I replied breathlessly still looking into the woods.
we stood there a few more seconds then looked back at each other, making a silent mutual agreement that it was time to get the heck out of there.

We didn't talking much as we walked back to Scotts house. It was closer and I offered to help him clean the bite up, of course he protested, saying he didn't won't to bother me and I should get home too. I had a feeling part of his reasoning was the fact that he didn't even know me, as far as he knew I was some crazy chick running around the woods in the middle of the night but at the same time he was running around the woods in the middle of the night. And its not like I'm super threatening or anything, him being about half a foot taller than me and I'm now convinced, in better light, his arms are three sizes bigger than mine.

As we were nearing his house, he decided to speak up, "Are you new to town? I haven't seen you before." Being on the smaller side of towns I'm guessing most people our age would maybe know each other from school or maybe from where people liked to hang out and do stuff around here in their free time.

"Yea, I moved here about two weeks ago. Well I guess moved back here, I lived here when I was younger, but we moved away." I'm not sure why I said that, its not really that important but I guess it kinda felt like I was lying or keeping a secret if I didn't say it. I know my brain logic doesn't make sense but I can't help it. But I still wasn't about to go telling him my life story or anything, like why we moved in the first place or why I moved back. I especially didn't won't to talk about my dad, it hadn't been that long sense he passed so it was still a sore subject. I started tearing up just thinking about him, but I quickly rubbed my eyes passing it off as being tired. He didn't seem to notice, thank goodness.

"So will you be going to Beacon Hills High?"

"Yup, that I will...Oh man school starts tomorrow, I am so not ready." I groaned, dramatically looking at the ground, just then realizing i've been biting my nails, its gotten so bad I don't even realize when I start doing it anymore. He chuckled a little from beside me.

"Is anyone ever really ready to start school?"

It was my turn to give a little laugh, tucking my left hand thumb through one of the belt loops in my dark grey skinny jeans, looking back in front of me. "I guess not really."

At that moment we approached a house, it was a cute little house, it looked to be about two stories, and had a cute little porch. (what I like cute porches sue me) "This is me." Scott said as we walked up to the house. "My mom isn't home right now, she should still be at work." He said as he was unlocking the door. He didn't mention his father, but I knew better than to ask so I just nodded. As we walked inside I decided to get the awkwardness out of the way, I hate awkwardness, so I got strait to what I guess was the point of me being here.

"Do you have a first-aid kit?" I asked turning to look at him.

"Oh yea uh...this way." He led me around a corner and into a bathroom where he pulled open a cabinet to grab a first-aid kit. I took it from him motioning for him too sit on the counter next to the toilet, which I sat on. (lid down obviously)

I sat the kit down on the counter next to him and opened it, once open I looked through it and pulled out some disinfectant and some bandages. once I had the stuff out he lifted his shirt up, having taken off his hoody when we first walked in, and I started cleaning the bite. When I first put the disinfectant on it, he hissed in pain. "Crap, sorry." I said giving a sympathetic wince. He didn't say anything just waved it off.

Feeling some more awkwardness creep up on us, I decided to break the silence with the first thing that came to mind. "What does your mom do for work?" Asking while not taking my eyes of cleaning the bite.

"She's a nurse, she works late hours sometimes." After he said that a froze for a second then reached over for the bandages.

"My mom was a nurse." I said just above a whisper. Again not sure why I was saying things that aren't important and that he probably doesn't even care about but its better than awkward silence.

"Did she work at Beacon Hills Memorial?" He asked, actually sounding a little interested but at the same time probably just not liking awkward silence just as much as me.

"Yea. I remember her always rushing out for her shifts and coming home always really tired, but she always made time for me." I said with a slight smile remembering my mom. She was a beautiful women with probably the best heart out of anyone I've ever met. Although I was young when she died, we were still close, and when she died, no matter how cliché it sounds, a little peace of me went with her. "Alright," I said letting out a big breath "That should do it for now."

He looked down and inspected the bandage a little before lowering his shirt down and looking back at me "Thanks, really you didn't have to do this." he said as we both stood up, me going to close the kit and hand it back to him.

I just shrugged and said "Its not really a problem, I would feel bad if I didn't at least try and help." As I finished talking he was closing the cabinet after putting up the first-aid kit.

"Well thanks anyways." He said as we walking out of the bathroom and into the living room. "I'm gonna offer to walk you home now." He was saying turning to look down at me.

"No, no its fine I can walk myself, its getting late anyways and you know first day of school tomorrow and all. I probably won't be sleeping anyway with the nerves and all." I said giving a small chuckle, clasping my hands in front of me, looking around a little awkwardly. Curse awkwardness.

"Yea, I'm not letting you walk home alone at this hour."

"Oh, look at that chivalry really isn't dead." I said looking back up at him smiling a little less awkwardly. He chuckled, looking down and scratching the back of his head. "I will have you know though, I can take care of myself." I said sternly but chuckling at the end.

He looked up at me smiling. "Yea, I don't doubt it." He said motioning for the door. "Shall we?"

"We shall." I responded, smiling, walking around him and too the door. He grabbed his hoodie again, from where he threw it on the couch earlier, putting it back on. He walked over to the door and I opened it stepping out onto the, cute, little porch. He walked out behind me shutting and locking the door.

"Lead the way." He said after we walked down the stairs. I started walking in the direction of my apartment building and he followed.

After we got to my apartment I bid Scott a goodnight and he did the same.

On the walk back here we talked a bit and he explained, a little reluctantly, about how his friend dragged him out to look for a dead body. He said he thought I would find in weird and strange but I just gave a quiet chuckle and responded "Trust me Scott, that is far from the weirdest thing I have ever heard." I mean they are teenage boys, it doesn't really surprise me.

We also exchanged phone numbers. But in my haste to get out of the apartment earlier I had forgotten mine, but I gave him mine and he still game me his to put in my phone when I got it back. He told me, if I wanted, I could meet him in front of the school tomorrow and he would help me out, because I totally didn't have a clue what I was doing, and I mentioned my weird fear of crowds. I don't know why I don't like crowds, its not like I have some traumatic experience with them or anything, nor am I claustrophobic, they just make me really nervous and anxious. After I agreed and thanked him for his help he told me about his friend, the one that dragged him out to look for the body, Stiles. By this time we were back at my place and we said goodnight and went our separate ways.

I was outside my door now, going for my key to unlock it, I did so quietly in cause Olly was home. When I came in most of the lights were off, like I had left them, nothing seemed to be different so I assumed Olly was staying the night at the shop. Making my way through the kitchen, which was too the left, right as you walking through the door, and the living room which was connected to the kitchen in a way, there was no wall to separate them, they were just out in the open. I turned down the hallway, which was on the right wall from the door, between the kitchen and living room. Going a short ways before making a right, turning into my room. Once I got in, dodging the few boxes I had left, I sat on my bed pulling my phone off my nightstand and turning it on to find a message from Olly saying he was, in fact, staying the night at the shop and that there was cereal for breakfast and he left the keys to an old dirt bike he fixed up once and decided to give to me for a 'moving gift', on his nightstand. I was super excited about it, I had always wanted a bike. I had ridden dirt bikes a few times before so I knew what I was doing but he still made sure to teach me all he knew, which was quite a lot. He also wished me good luck for my first day at school.

Before forgetting I made sure to put Scotts number in my phone. Being way to tired to take a shower, figuring I could just do it in the morning. I kicked off my shoes, took off my jacket and changed into some old pajama shorts and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.

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