Chapter 1 – Once I Was Real
"You're falling farther than I've ever seen you fall before, for me to wonder when I'll recognize you anymore.
To see no light inside your eyes at all, to bang my head against the wall, and force myself to watch you pull away.
And even if you chose to lock the world away… If I listen close, I can almost hear you say: once I was real, once I was somebody's child, once I could feel some feeling once in a while." –Once – by: Bradley Caleb Kane
"No... no. Please, no." Teagan whimpered out, as the nightmare played out in her mind. It was one she had often since she, Scott and Stiles 'died' in order to save their parents.
In this nightmare, -she, Isaac and the parents were back in the root cellar. The ceiling was caving in on them but instead of Stiles showing up at the last moment with an aluminum bat to put under the collapsing beam, the ceiling did actually collapse on them.
She tried as hard as she could, trying to hold up the beam with the others, but it was just too heavy. She saw the fear in Isaac's eyes and heard him yell out of her name, as part of a beam fell on her, trapping her, as debris fell down, covering her.
She saw her father laying near her, but couldn't reach out to him to help, instead she watched him take his last breath. She also saw Melissa bleeding out while the sheriff tried to stop it, even though he was just as injured as she was.
She cried out for them, but it was too late, they were all dying and there was nothing she could do. She screamed out for Isaac, more tears streaming down her face, when he didn't answer her.
She glanced off to the side and gasped in surprise when she saw him laying very still and knew in her heart that he was dead too.
It became harder and harder to breathe as she screamed and cried for her loved ones. Her heart breaking into a million of pieces after watching her dad, her friends' parents and her boyfriend die right before her eyes.
Teagan snapped awake with a whimper escaping her lips. She glanced around for a minute, realizing she was in her bed in her bedroom and jerked her head to the side to look beside her, seeing that Isaac was sleeping peacefully beside her.
Her father was nice enough to let Isaac stay with them sometimes, in her bed, to help keep her calm when the nightmares hit -which they did… almost nightly.
Teagan knew allowing her boyfriend to stay the night and share her bed was not something he wanted to do, he was still trying to come to terms with her dating a werewolf, but he knew it was calming for her to have Isaac around, which she was grateful for.
She rolled over on to her side, just watching Isaac as he slowly breathed in and out, reaching out to softly caress his face, she just needed to feel that he was alive and right beside her.
Isaac, feeling her touch slowly opened his eyes to look at her. He flashed her a sleepy smile, as he croaked out, "Hey babe."
"Hi. I didn't mean to wake you." Her voice came out in a soft whisper.
"It's okay." He mumbled, as he turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss the inside of her wrist. "Another nightmare?" He questioned.
"Mm-hm." She mumbled. "Same one I usually have. We're back in the cellar, the ceiling is caving in and I watched you all die." Tears filled her eyes as she spoke. She knew it wasn't real, but it felt like it was, it had honestly felt like they were all back there and dying in front of her eyes.
Isaac laid a hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him, as he kissed her forehead. "It's okay… just remember, it's not real. We made it out of there. We all lived." He explained, as he locked eyes with her, hoping to get through to her.
"I know, I know. It's just so... real and scary." Teagan said back, leaning forward to softly kiss his lips, before saying, "But I'm sorry…I woke you up. You should get back to sleep."
"Where you going?" Isaac asked, as he felt her moving away from him.
"Going to grab a glass of water." Teagan answered, as she stood up from the bed.
"And text everyone just to make sure they are okay." Isaac stated. It's something she did often after a nightmare –sending out a group text to check on their friends.
"You know me too well." Teagan said with a half smile.
Isaac watched as she turned around and headed for the bedroom door, then paused in the middle of the room, staring off to the side. He sat up in the bed, looking over in the direction she was, as he asked, "What is it?"
"That door..." Teagan said, as she pointed at the closet door, which was cracked open. "I don't remember leaving a door open."
"That door has always been open." Isaac said back, then added, "You should close it one day."
"Maybe one day I will." She mumbled, turning away from the closet door, making her way toward the bedroom door again. As she reached out to grab the door knob he called out her name, causing her to pause again, as she turned her head to look at him.
"Just remember it's all a dream. It can't hurt you." He reminded her.
Teagan nodded her head at him as she turned back around and opened the bedroom door. Making her way out into the hallway, and quietly closed the door behind her, she glanced to her left where her dad's bedroom was, seeing the door was open. Which was something he'd started to do since the nightmares started so he could hear her if she called out in the middle of the night.
She closed her eyes for a moment and softly sighed, as she leaned back against her bedroom door hating that these stupid dreams were inconveniencing them all. She just wished things would go back to normal. That she could start to feel normal again.
She pushed off from the door and began to walk down the hallway, heading for the stairs to make her way down to the kitchen. Walking over to the cabinet by the refrigerator where the glasses were kept and pulled one down. She turned toward the refrigerator, reached out to open it, until she saw something out of the corner of her eye and quickly turned around.
"Isaac?" Teagan questioned, wondering if he decided to join her in the kitchen.
She heard the sound of someone rushing across the room behind her and quickly spun around, looking in all the dark shadows, wishing she would have turned on the overhead light when she entered the room. Anything could be hiding in the dark room, anything could be sneaking up on her at any moment and she didn't like that feeling at all.
"Hello?" She nervously called out.
She gasped in surprise and turned around again when she heard something walk up behind her, then breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw it was just Aspen.
"Silly boy… you scared me." Teagan said with a smile, as she petted the dog on top of his head. "So I guess it was you sneaking around, huh?" She stated, as she kept petting him.
Planning to walk back over to the refrigerator, but when she turned she came face to face with a person she never thought she would see again –her mother; Lisa.
Teagan screamed out as she jumped back from her mom, dropping the glass that was in her hand, causing it to shatter upon impact.
"No, you're not real." Teagan mumbled, as she took another step back when her mom began to walk toward her. "No, no, no. This isn't real… this isn't real. You're not real. You can't hurt me." She repeated again and again, as she continued to walk backwards, stepping on the broken glass on the floor.
A blood trail followed her, but she couldn't even feel the cuts on her feet. All she could feel was her heart racing in her chest. This couldn't be real. Her mother was dead, she couldn't be in her kitchen. This just wasn't possible.
"Wake up, Teagan." She whimpered out to herself, as she hit the side of her head with her hand. When that didn't work, she began to hit herself over and over again, as she yelled out, "Wake up, Teagan. Wake up, Teagan. WAKE UP, TEAGAN!"
She saw her mom open her mouth, but no words came out, instead all she heard was a loud blood curdling scream.
Teagan sat up in her bed, the scream she heard in her dream was coming from her. Isaac shot up beside her, wrapping his arms around her, as he called out to her, telling her it was okay over and over again, but nothing he said made a difference.
He looked over as the door slammed open and Teagan's father, Paul, rushed into the room. Isaac scooted over on the bed, as Paul sat behind Teagan, pulling her toward him, as he whispered out soothing words, trying to calm her down.
Isaac watched them with a helpless look on his face. Wanting so badly to help but had no idea what to do, he never knew what to do when this happened.
He decided to do the only thing he could think of, he scooted back over toward her, placing his hands on either side of her face and forced her to look at him, as he said, "Shh... it's okay Teagan. It's okay. It was only a dream. Dreams can't hurt you, remember?"
"Dreams can't hurt. Dreams can't hurt." Teagan mumbled, repeating what he said over and over again until she began to calm down.
Isaac breathed out a sigh of relief when he could hear her heart beat slowing down. He looked up at Paul, giving him a short nod, to let him know she was calming down now and he could release her.
He slowly lowered his arms and scooted back from his daughter, keeping a close eye on her in case she started to fall apart again, but; thankfully that didn't happen.
She continued to take deep breaths as she locked eyes with Isaac, who was breathing with her, showing her what to do.
The two spoke to her for a few minutes, making sure she was okay now, then Paul left the room to take a shower to get ready for work while Teagan and Isaac decided to head down to the kitchen to get breakfast started. He hoped doing something simple together like cooking, would help clear her mind.
Isaac grabbed the carton of eggs and some bacon from the refrigerator then began to fry the bacon on the stove, as she stood off to the side, leaning back against the counter, lost in her own thoughts.
The two didn't say much as he finished up the bacon then called out her name, asking her to grab him a plate to put the bacon on. She stared off oblivious to what he said, until he called out her name a few more times.
"Hmm?" She asked, as she snapped out of it and looked over at him.
"I asked if you could get me a plate." Isaac repeated.
"Oh… right, sorry." Teagan mumbled, as she turned around and opened the cabinet door. She reached up to grab a plate then turned around to hand it to him, apologizing again.
"I thought it was getting better. I hoped it was getting better, but I think I'm getting worse." Teagan admitted, as she looked over at him with a fearful expression on her face.
"You're going to be okay. Whatever is going on, we'll figure it out, and we'll fix it. We're in this together, okay? It's you and me." Isaac said, as he locked eyes with her, showing her how serious he was about this. He didn't care how bad it got or how long it took to solve it, he wasn't leaving her. He would be by her side until the end.
"This whole dream within a dream thing is so confusing. They all feel so real, it's hard to tell what is real and what's a dream." Teagan explained, as she turned around to open the cabinet again to grab another plate when she noticed he was almost done scrambling some eggs. "I mean how do I even know this is real. I thought the last one was real. It started out normal, just getting some water, but then turned into another nightmare. So what if I'm in the middle of another dream now?" She asked, as she reached up to grab a plate.
When she heard a shattering noise coming from behind her, she quickly spun around to see that Isaac had dropped a glass. It was now in pieces on the floor just like the dream she just woke up from.
"No, no, no. This isn't happening." She mumbled, as she grabbed the side of her head while looking down at the glass, feeling like she was in a dream again, just like she had feared.
"It's okay. I'll clean it up." Isaac offered, seeing she was getting upset. He didn't understand why a broken glass upset her so much, but he wasn't going to question it. He was just going to clean it up as soon as possible.
"No, no. Don't you see? This isn't real. This isn't real, Isaac. This is another part of the dream." Teagan tried to explain, but only made him even more confused. "I-I broke a glass, you broke a glass, it's a dream. It's always a dream." She mumbled, sounding even crazier.
"Shh, no, babe, this is real. This is all real, just an accident, but I'll clean it up." Isaac called out, as he grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to get through to her.
"No, it's a dream… always a dream. I'll prove it." Teagan argued, as she sank down to the floor in front of the broken glass.
"What are you doing?" Isaac asked, as he watched her pick up a big chunk of glass before standing back up. "Teagan, no! Put that down." He called out, when he saw the broken glass in her hand.
"I'll prove it. If this is real it will hurt. Remember? Dreams can't hurt me." Teagan stated before slicing her hand open with the piece of glass.
"Jeez! Teagan! What are you doing?" Isaac called out, as he watched the blood drip from her hand.
"If it's real it'll hurt." Teagan said a few times, almost as if she was chanting it, as she watched her hand fill with blood. She glanced up to look at Isaac, as if in a daze, as she mumbled, "It's not real."
"Teagan..." Isaac said carefully, as he saw her look back down at the piece of glass in her hand. He said her name again, as he took a step toward her, wanting to get the glass from her before she hurt herself again. When he saw her getting ready to slice her hand again he screamed out her name, getting her attention.
Teagan snapped her head up with a gasp, coming out of the dream, and seeing her father standing before her with a horrified look on his face. He grabbed the broken glass from her hand and tossed it into the trash can then grabbed her bleeding hand and led her over to the sink to wash it off.
"What did you do? Teagan, what did you do?" Paul yelled out at his daughter, as he cleaned her hand off.
Teagan cried out in pain, as the warm water hit the cut on her hand. She tried to think about what did happen. She and Isaac were in the kitchen talking while he cooked them breakfast or were they?
It started out so normal, like all her nightmares. They started normal then quickly turned which was why she was so convinced that was a dream and decided to slice her hand open to prove it to Isaac.
Now; here she stood in the kitchen finally awake and alone with just her dad, no Isaac and a bloody hand. Were they ever even in the kitchen? Was she right and that was only a dream? But if so how was her palm bleeding now…
"What happened, Teagan?" Paul asked, as he shut off the water and pressed a towel against her hand to stop the bleeding.
"I-I don't know." Teagan mumbled, as she glanced around the kitchen in confusion. She looked back over at her dad as she asked, "Where's Isaac?"
"He's at Scott's, remember?" Paul said, as he looked over her with a worried look on his face.
"He wasn't here last night? He was never here?" Teagan asked confused.
"No, not last night. You told him you would be okay to sleep alone. You don't remember this?" Paul asked her. He saw her shake her head as tears filled her eyes.
After the nightmares had started, he and Isaac both basically slept in her room, just in case she needed them, but then things were getting better or so they thought. She told them she was better and they could sleep in their own beds.
That was a week ago. Now they were back and worse than ever.
"Do you remember anything from this past week?" Paul questioned.
"No." Teagan whimpered out. She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face as she cried out, "Daddy, what is happening? I don't understand what is happening."
"I don't know." Paul sighed, as he pulled her toward him as she broke down and started to cry. "But we'll figure it out, Sweet Tea. We'll figure it out." He added, as he kissed the top of her head before resting his head on top of hers with sigh. He closed his eyes, feeling helpless and worried about his little girl. He didn't know how to help her or what to do, but he wasn't going to give up, no matter what.
~()~
With a pained groan Avery reached over to her bedside table to shut off her alarm, but the frustrated noise was followed by an even louder distressed moan when she remembered her alarm clock was now across the room on her dresser.
She'd moved it there over a week ago when she'd started hitting the snooze or shutting the alarm off and not getting out of the bed until after noon.
Slowly sitting up she grabbed onto her head with both hands, and almost threw up when the room started spinning. Quickly laying back down she looked over and saw an empty glass bottle next to the bed, after a small struggle she reached over and grabbed the glass neck, pulling it up in front of her face.
Blinking rapidly for a few moments her vision finally focused enough for her to read the white lettering popping against the dark label; Jack Daniels.
"Oh hell." She breathed, dropping the empty bottle with a thud on her carpeted floor, as her other arm laid over her eyes blocking the early morning light from the windows.
No longer able to ignore her splitting headache or the pulsing against her eardrums from the alarms consistent beeping, she knew it was time to get up and face the world. Ready or not, she had to get moving.
Concentrating on trying to not move her head, she swung her legs out of the bed, before using the last of her energy to stand up.
Holding onto her head, she cursed under breath as she kicked the glass bottle on her stumbling way across the room, thinking to herself that the house had to be on an uneven foundation because she was sure she was walking uphill.
Grabbing the power cord, she jerked it out of the wall and sighed with relief at the silence.
Turning around she tripped back across the room to her closet, gathering a short leather skirt and a red corset styled top, before surveying the mess of mix matched shoes on the floor, deciding on a pair of black stiletto heels, she started into her bathroom.
Stopping in the doorway when something caught her eyes, she wondered what the hell was on her bed.
With an almost eerily slow head turn, she looked over to see a guy she didn't recognize passed out flat on his stomach, in just a pair of black boxers with silver batman symbols on them.
Letting out a heavy sigh, she dramatically dropped her head back and stared up to the ceiling in disbelief at herself. "Not again." She whispered to the silence of the room, before continuing on into the bathroom.
Dropping the clothes in a pile on top of the dark pink ottoman against the wall, she paused to look in the mirror.
Thick black eyeliner was smeared from her eyes, her lightly tanned skin was missing it's normal healthy glow; upon closer inspection she realized maybe the light that was missing was from her eyes.
Swallowing hard, she forced herself to take a good look at her reflection until she finally couldn't stand it anymore.
After taking a steaming hot shower, and drying her bouncy, blonde locks she applied her smoky, dark make up and light glittery lipstick, before sitting down on the ottoman and pulling her shoes on.
Without another look in the mirror, she marched back into her room. Picked her backpack up from her computer chair, then kicked the empty whiskey bottle under her bed where she heard it clank against several other bottles.
Standing next to the bed she frowned trying to recall the strangers name, but she couldn't.
"Screw it." She mumbled as she walked out of her bedroom, leaving the door wide open.
"Good morning." Richard responded gruffly as Avery walked into the kitchen.
She barely acknowledged his presence as she opened the cabinet to grab a coffee mug.
"Coffee will only dehydrate you more… you need water. And this…" She looked over to see he was, pushing a new bottle of aspirin towards her.
Avoiding his eyes she grabbed a cold bottle of water and took a few of the pills, wishing they were something stronger. It was going to take more than a few aspirin and water to cure this hangover.
"Avery…" He started to say, but she cut him off.
"I need to get going, I have school."
"I was looking at the credit card bill for one of the cards you carry and there was a charge for… skydiving lessons?" He asked, with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, so?" She questioned, like it wasn't a big deal at all.
"So, when and why the hell did you take up skydiving?" He pushed, not fully understanding what was happening to her.
How could he? He still had no idea that his wife had been alive the entire time they'd mourned her death. She'd kept it from him to spare him the heartache, but keeping it in only meant suffering through it alone in the house.
Shrugging a response she said, "I did it to get a rush."
"Is this about Derek?"
"Huh?" She asked turning to look at him as he stood from his seat at the kitchen island.
"The late nights, the drinking… are you trying to get back at him for leaving? Because Avery if that's what's happening, give me his number and I'll make him get his werewolf ass back here to pull you out of this!" He said, talking loudly on purpose to make her head hurt worse.
Groaning she picked her sunglasses up from where they were hooked on her bag strap and pulled them on, not only to block out the light but to keep him from seeing how disappointed she was in herself.
"This isn't about Derek, we came to an agreement and we're both just trying to move on with our lives." She answered truthfully.
He waited until she'd taken a few steps then called, "And what am I supposed to tell your company when he stumbles down the stairs in few hours?"
Rolling her eyes from under the thick, dark designer shades she flipped her hair over her shoulder and coldly responded, "Tell him to lose my number, I don't date guys who wear superhero underwear."
Following her to the door, he pushed, "Avery, I'm just trying to understand what's happening, figure out what's wrong with you because if this isn't about Derek, then I don't know what's going on at all."
She nearly stumbled over a rock that landed wrong beneath her shoe as she closed her eyes at his words. For one of the first times in her life, he was reaching out to her and she couldn't tell him what was going on.
Sowly, her hand went to the necklace around her neck, the Celtic knot necklace that had belonged to her mother. As her thumb rubbed over the smooth charm she said, "I'm fine, dad."
Richard rubbed his hands over his tired face and watched as she got into her 65' mustang and drove off, he could only hope she was really headed towards the school.
~()~
Pulling into the parking lot of the high school she shut her car off and started to reach over into the passenger seat for her book bag, but when her fingers grazed over a smooth, warm surface she looked over, gasping and throwing he body against the driver side door trying not to scream when she saw dead black birds in her seat.
Whimpering and trying to open her door through the panic, her hand couldn't find the release handle to grant her freedom. In the state of panic she wondered how the birds even got in there. The only window she'd rolled down to drive there was her window, and there was no way she could have missed that.
Forcing herself to look back over, she saw the birds weren't there anymore. Meaning they weren't ever there in the first place.
Resting her forehead against the steering wheel, she tried to get her mind and her day back on track. But it had been weeks since she'd even been able to think straight.
She'd been trying so hard to appear fine, pushing everything from her mind so she could get through the day. Anymore she felt like she only existed through the day until she could find her next escape, whether it was hiding in the bottom of a bottle or getting lost in a one night stand.
With a loud, frustrated scream she threw her phone at her front window so hard, it bounced off into the backset, feeling like she was about to break. But she couldn't, breaking down –showing weakness wasn't an option.
Taking a deep breath she held it in her lungs and slowly released it until she felt more in control than she had moments prior.
Her gaze stopped on a group of students, some leaning against and some sitting on someone's open truck bed, who'd had a front row seat to her freaking out. "Great." She mumbled as she rolled her window up, then gave them her middle finger to let them know she didn't appreciate being spied on.
Picking her phone up from the back of the car, she stared down at it and slowly closed her eyes. Remembering the one and only time she'd tried to reach out to Derek since he'd left town.
(Flashback)
"Avery! Avery, open your eyes, it's okay!"
Slowly she popped open one eye and looked around, finally able to catch her breath.
"What the hell is happening to you?" Richard questioned, as he held onto his teenage daughters shoulders, concern on his face.
Not even thinking she blurted out, "Lenore, is dead and there were all these dead birds!"
Looking over his shoulder to the fish tank sitting on her desk, he saw the purple and blue beta fish lying on the rocks at the bottom of the tank.
"What dead birds?" He questioned.
"I didn't mean dead birds." She snapped, realizing her slip up. Ever since the night in the woods when she'd drawn off of dark energies to fight against her mom, she couldn't get the image of all the dead birds out of her mind.
Looking back to the fish tank he asked, "Avery, this is the 3rd fish you've gotten this week, why are you standing here screaming?"
Her confused expression grew, she didn't remember screaming.
Then his eyebrows lowered in confusion, "Didn't you name the other two Lenore, too?"
Sighing, Avery closed her eyes and mumbled a line of poetry under her breath, "Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow. From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore."
"Poe?" Her dad questioned, growing more confused by the second.
She nodded.
With an exasperated sigh he said, "That's why you're naming every fish you get Lenore?" then he paused, realizing he was getting off topic and away from the important concerning matters, "We can get you another a fish, they only cost a few dollars."
"You want me to get rid of it?" He asked.
She nodded and stood perfectly still, in the same position she'd been in as he scooped the small lifeless body up in the green net, and gave her one last look before going downstairs.
A little while later she heard a downstairs toilet flush and she felt tears burn her eyes. Sure, it was just a fish, but she hadn't meant to kill it.
Ever since all the birds sacrificed themselves to give her power in the woods, she couldn't seem to draw energy off of anything without hurting or killing something. If she tried to draw energy off fire, it spread too quickly to be contained.
If she tried it with water, whatever animals were in the water died. Which is why she'd gotten a fish at the beginning of the week, sadly it hadn't made it through the day, neither did the second. But the third one, she'd kept alive for a few days and just as she was starting to think she could control herself, she'd gotten greedy in her practicing. Drew in too much energy and now she had an empty fish tank and a broken heart.
How was she supposed to be there for her friends, give them the advice she needed to as an emissary if she couldn't even preform a simple task. What if someone was badly injured and she needed to heal them, the right herbs will only go so far without the vigor to use their natural powers properly. At this rate, she was afraid anything she got near was going to die. And she didn't want to hurt anything, not even a fish.
Walking over to her dresser, she pulled open the top drawer and retrieved a bottle of alcohol, before dropping to the floor with a thud as she took the lid off and started to drink.
She wasn't sure how long had passed, but she soon found herself laying on her stomach realizing how bad she needed to vacuum her carpet that something caught her eye underneath her dresser.
Lazily she crawled closer and stretched until her hand finally was able to grasp onto something, pulling it out she stared down to the dark reflective lenses as her reflection stared back at her from the sunglasses.
Tears welled up in her eyes, they weren't her sunglasses. They were a pair of Derek's, she'd know them anywhere.
Laying them down on the carpet she laid on her stomach, both arms crossed under her chin as she continued to stare at them. Realizing they must have fell and gotten kicked under there when he was still living with her.
By the time she'd finally managed to get up off her floor and disconnect her phone from the charger, she was dialing his number which rang before going to voicemail.
Her body shook from her tears as she slid down the wall next to her window until she was sitting on the floor, where she redialed his number with her now tear soaked hands, when the second call also went to voicemail, she didn't hang up at the tone.
Taking in a deep, ragged breath she clutched the phone to her ear with one hand, while she held onto her forehead with the other.
"Derek, it's me…" She slurred, before a loud sob. "I know I shouldn't be calling you, we agreed this was for the best... but I don't know what to do, or who I am anymore. You said it was my mom who killed those birds, but it wasn't, okay? It was me! I killed them."
Her lips quivered as she angrily tried to wipe away the constant stream of tears to no avail.
Pulling in a shuddering breathing between her teeth she admitted to him something she was only just admitting to herself, "Something is wrong with me, I don't know how to control it. I'm terrified, and I don't have anyone."
Pinning her eyes shut she hated letting weakness show but she couldn't get her mouth to stop talking, "I… I just… I need someone, please come back home."
The message ended with her letting out a frustrated scream when her phone screen froze on the call and took several seconds to respond to her touch.
Dropping the phone to the floor, she threw her head back appreciating the splitting pain the impact with the wall gave her. Even for those few seconds, it was a distraction from her aching heart and tortured soul.
(End of flashback)
Groaning at how weak she must have sounded in that message she'd left weeks ago, she reasoned that she probably wouldn't have wanted to come back to someone pathetic enough to not only drunk dial them, but to pour her heart out on a voicemail.
There were moments when she could think clearly about how it was probably for the best that they stayed apart, but then she had moments of weaknesses where she wanted him back even if it killed them both.
Swinging open her car door she stepped, tucking the phone down in a side pocket of her back pack before shutting the car door and checking her hair and make-up in the windows reflection.
Taking a deep breath, she released it, plastering one of her trademark smiles as she held her head high and walked towards the school, determined to make everyone think there was nothing wrong with her; because maybe if she could get enough people to believe the lie, she could start to believe it too.
A/N- Thanks so much for reading! You guys have no idea how excited we are to finally be sharing our version of season 3B, this installment of our Blue Moon series is going to be a lot darker than the first ones, but it's also going to be completely packed full of action and drama! Miss E Charlotte and I both agree 'The Dark Blue Moon' is the best of our series so far!
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