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SAMANTHA STILINSKI
I was currently in the guidance office. The school thought it was a good idea to get our feelings out about the 'Matt' incident. The others had gone and now it was my turn. Dad had said this morning that he thought it was a good idea to talk my feelings out with the counselor. But I don't think that was his only reason. I think he was scared that I was going to get bad again.
"You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out. It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's - it's actually kind of peaceful," I told Ms. Morrell.
"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?" she asked.
Matt was found dead - drowned - in a lake that night. The irony of it all.
"I don't feel sorry for him at all," I said, truthfully.
"Can you feel sorry for the nine-year-old Matt who drowned?"
"Just because some idiots threw him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't mean he has the right to kill people and shoot Adeline. He should've realized that there are loads of ways he could've gotten help. Besides, that's not the only crazy thing he had done. My dad said that they found a bunch of pictures of Allison on his computer. And not just of her though. I mean, he photoshopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. You know, like he had built this whole fake relationship," I explained. "He's a total idiot who didn't respect one of my best friend's privacy and he killed loads of people. I get that him drowning was traumatic for him but he had a chance to turn his life around."
"One positive thing came out of this, though. Right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us. I don't know. It's just like tension when we talk. Same thing with Scott."
"Have you talked to him since that night?"
"No, not really. I mean, Scott's got own problems to deal with though," I told her. "I don't think he's talked to Allison, either. But that might be more her choice, you know. Her mom dying hit her pretty hard. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer. That's the same thing that happened to me. And Jackson? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. Rae is acting the way she usually does. She's in denial. She doesn't want to believe what happened actually happened, but I can tell she's hurting. Addie is currently at the hospital because she got shot. I'm really worried for her. She didn't deserve what happened to her. I mean, she's only a kid. Stiles is the only person I'm really talking to. He's been getting a lot of panic attacks lately and I'm trying to be there for him. Actually the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the one who seems the most normal."
"What about you, Sammy?" she asked. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," I shrugged. "I'm sorry this can't be more entertaining for you. There are people here with real problems."
"People just like you?" she said.
"Yeah," I stared off into space. "Just like me."
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm kinda tired." My eyes were full of tears.
"Of what?" she asked.
"Living in a permanent state of anxiety. These past few months have been incredibly hard on me. They made me realize how lost I am. I just don't how I can be so sad when I'm so young!" I wiped my tears away.
"Why do you think you're so sad?"
"Ever since my mom died, I've never really had someone who would comfort me and give me advice on problems. Dad tries his best and I love him for that, but it's not the same as having a mom. In sixth grade, I read the effects of what parental death has on a child and when I read it, I decided that I didn't want to be another statistic. I wanted to make my dad proud. I wanted to be good enough. I guess that's when I tried my best to be perfect."
"Do you think you're good enough?"
"I'm not sure. I just want everybody to know that I'm not just some statistic. I wanted to prove that by being perfect at absolutely everything. I don't think that's true anymore. I don't even think perfection even matters anymore."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because we spend so much time building up something we love and we don't even get a chance to enjoy it because we're too busy worrying that it's all going to shatter the next day. I realized that life is too short for me to spend worrying. I didn't enjoy my popularity and perfection. I just want to enjoy something for once."
"How are you going to do that?"
"By starting a new a page in my life. I want to start fresh but I don't think I have it in me to do that. I just think I'm in too deep," I sighed. "Wait a minute…."
"What?"
"Aren't you supposed to be taking notes?" I frowned.
"I take notes after the appointment's over," she says, calmly.
"Wow! You're going to remember everything I just said? That's talent right there. Like world record talent," I sarcastically said.
"Sammy, can we please get back to you?'' she sighed, clearly annoyed of my sarcasm.
"I'm just tired of me and everyone around me getting hurt. I just don't know how to survive every problem life throws at me anymore!" I sighed.
"If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?"
"But what if it just gets worse?" I asked. "What if it's agony now and then - and it's just hell later on?"
"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said - "If you're going through hell, keep going.""
"Wow," I said. "Thank you for helping, Ms. Morrell. Sorry about what I said earlier by the way. I didn't mean it at all."
"It's fine," she smiled. "I hope you have a nice day."
"I do, too."
RAEGAN MCCALL
I was looking in my closet, trying to pick an outfit for tomorrow. I couldn't choose between the maroon sweater dress and the navy cold-shoulder top with black ripped jeans and decided to go ask Mom for her opinion. Thankfully, she wasn't scared of me like she is of Scott because I'm not supernatural. She's been avoiding him like the plague lately and I feel bad for him. I tried talking some sense into her, but she just walks away.
When I go into my mom's room, I find it empty. Weird. It's her day off today.
I try Scott's room next, and am shocked at the scene before me.
And no, those of you with dirty minds, not like that.
Gerard had Mom pinned by her throat against the wall. I dropped the clothes where I was standing and went for her, but something quickly picked me up and held me up by the neck up in a corner, my legs dangling. It was the kanima.
Oh, come on! I thought this motherfucker died when it's master died.
Scott came out of the bathroom and froze.
"As you can see, Scott, there's been some interesting developments lately," Gerard smiled. "I think we should catch up."
Scott flicked his claws out and Gerard practically rolled his eyes. "Come on, Scott, let's be realistic about who's got the upper hand here."
Wait, so… Jackson is now Gerard's kanima? When did that happen?!
"Let them go," Scott glared.
"Can't do that," Gerard shook his head. "But let them live? That's up to you."
"What do you want?" I hissed.
"I want to talk," he smiled at me "Scott here, hasn't been answering his phone."
"What is he talking about, Scott?" I choked out.
Has he been two-timing us?
Scott barely looked at me. "Let them go, and we can talk about whatever you want."
"I want the same thing that I have always wanted. I want Derek and his pack."
"You have them all in hiding. How am I supposed to know where they are?"
"I think with the proper motivation, you could draw them out. And if you hadn't noticed, I now have a fairly impressive means by which I can motivate people," Gerard turned to look to, not me, but the kanima behind.
Jackson hisses in response, his grip on my neck tightening.
I would kick the motherfucker - do something! - but I didn't want another episode of Paralytic Pattie.
"Why do you think I'm able to control him?" Scott doesn't answer Gerard. "Oh, you know the myth, Scott. The kanima is a weapon of vengeance."
"This is about Kate?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows.
I turned to see how my mom was taking all of this. Her eyes were wide and her face was turning blueish from lack of oxygen.
"I didn't just come here to bury my daughter. I came to avenge her," Gerard says in finality.
And with that, he and Jackson drop my mom and I to the ground and leave. The two of us erupt into fits of coughs from the sudden rush of air.
"Are you okay?" Scott asks, dropping to his knees beside us.
"I don't know what's happening," Mom gasps out. "I don't know what that thing was or even what you are, but whatever he wants, just give it to him."
"Mom, it's not that easy," he tells her.
"Do what he wants. Just give him what he wants," she cries.
"I don't know if I can," he whispers, solemnly.
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Okay, so let me get this straight," I said. "Gerard has been blackmailing you into playing double-agent by threatening me and Mom?"
"Yes," Scott nodded. "Now can I get back to work?"
Did I follow him all the way to his place of work to get answers out of him?
Yes. Yes, I did.
"So he told you to join Derek's pack? And you've been spying on them and telling Gerard all the juicy deets? And how Matt was controlling Jackson-"
He cut me off, "Oh, my god! Are you just gonna repeat everything I said?"
"Until I make sense of it, yes, I am," I crossed my arms. "Scott, Mom and I are fine! We can protect ourselves!"
"No, you can't."
Before I could protest, he added, "Besides, I've got something up my sleeve. Just trust me."
"What?! Scott! You can't just say something like that and not expect me to ask-"
The sound of the animal clinic's door chimes and then erratic barking cut me off.
"Would you mind seeing who that is?" Deaton called from the back.
"Scott!" I called as he marched away.
I groaned in frustration and went after him.
I was going to continue my interrogation, but the person at the front door made me lose my train of thought.
"Isaac?" I frowned.
"I wanted to know how Addie was," he said, somberly. "Derek told me that she got shot in the stomach and was recovering in the hospital."
"She's fine," Scott nodded. "The doctors say she's recovering fast. She'll be up on her feet in no time."
He nodded and there was an awkward silence.
Thankfully, Deaton came up from behind me. "It's okay, Isaac. We're open." He opened the door for him and led him to the back.
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Why does it smell like that?" Isaac frowned at the poor puppy on the examining table. "What?" he asked when Deaton gave him a look.
"Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago," he replied. "One day he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which were not."
"He's not getting better, is he?" Isaac said as the dog whimpered. "Like cancer."
"Osteosarcoma," Deaton corrected. "It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it? Come here." Isaac went around the table to stand next to Deaton. "I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you. Improved strength, speed, and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others? Give me your hand."
Isaac looked at me and Scott and I smiled at him in encouragement. He gave Deaton his hand.
Deaton laid Isaac's hand on the dog's belly. "Go on."
Isaac concentrated on the dog and his veins turned black. When it finished, he removed his hand, astonished. "What did I do?"
"You took some of his pain away," I smiled.
"Only a little bit," Deaton added. "But sometimes a little can make quite a difference."
Isaac's eyes welled up and he covered his face. I went to go stand by him, patting his back.
"It's okay," Scott smiled. "First time he showed me, I cried too."
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Erica and Boyd are leaving tonight, during the game," Isaac said after we cleaned up.
"So, why are you telling me?" Scott asked.
"I'm not telling you. I'm asking you. I'm asking for your advice."
"From me? Why?"
"Because I trust you."
"Why?"
"Because you always seem to want to do the right thing."
"I usually have no idea what I'm doing. Actually, I always have no idea what I'm doing," Scott said, bluntly.
"It's true," I nodded, grinning.
Isaac smiled but it faded. "Do you want to let me know what you're doing right now?"
"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you mean. I have too many people here who need me," Scott said, smiling at me.
"Well, I guess that makes me lucky 'cause uh - 'cause I don't have anyone, so…" Isaac looked so sad and I couldn't stand it.
I caught Scott's eye and he nodded, knowing what I was thinking.
"Okay, I've had enough of this! C'mon, Isaac," I said, tugging on his arm, pulling him outside and into the car.
ADELINE LAHEY
"Okay, we managed to pull the bullet out of your stomach in one piece, so consider yourself lucky," Dr. Geyer told me. "Now we've stitched your wound, but it can still reopen so no activities that can put any strain on it."
"Yes, sir," I said, nodding my head.
"Hey, Dad, you in here?" Dr. Geyer and I turned our heads to see a blonde boy poke his head through the door.
"Liam? What are you doing here?" Dr. Geyer asked in confusion.
"Eheh, so I, uh, may or may not have accidentally left my keys at home and locked myself out…" The boy, Liam admitted, "Mom said she can't come home yet so she sent me to you."
Dr. Geyer shook his head with a sigh, "I suppose my shift is almost over, anyway." He turned his attention back to me, "Oh, Adeline, this is my step-son, Liam. Liam, this is one of my patients, Adeline. I need to go get my stuff, but can you stay here and keep her company?"
Liam nodded and Dr. Geyer smiled, patting his shoulder, "Thanks. I won't take long."
Liam and I watched as his step-father left the room before looking back at each other awkwardly.
"Er...um...I'm Liam Dunbar," he said before smacking himself on the forehead, "But you already know that 'cause my dad already said that a few seconds ago…"
I shook my head and couldn't help but giggle. "It's okay," I reassured him, "I'm Adeline Lahey, but you can call me Addie."
"Adeline Lahey…" Liam repeated, "You go to my school, don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, or at least, I used to," I said, "I take my classes at Beacon Hills High School, now."
"Oh, yeah, I was wondering where you went," Liam said, "You disappeared from school a few weeks ago."
My eyes widened, "You actually knew who I was?"
Liam cocked his head in confusion, "Well, yeah. You were always alone like you didn't have any friends-shit...that came out wrong, sorry…"
"It's fine," I told him, "I mean, it was true, anyway. The only friend I had there was Teddy."
"That was that stuffed bear you always carried around, right?" Liam asked, gesturing towards Teddy, who was in my arms, "That one right there?"
I nodded and hugged him tightly, "Yep." Hitting a dead end in that conversation, we sat there awkwardly for a few seconds.
"Uh, will you be going to Beacon Hills for high school then?" Liam asked, starting another conversation.
"Yeah," I nodded, "You?"
He shook his head, "No. I'm going to Devenford Prep."
"Oh…"
"But...but we can always hang out outside of school," he offered, "I mean, if you want to, that is."
"Y-yeah," I agreed. I could feel my cheeks heat up and my heart beat faster. "Yeah, I'd like that."
I noticed that his eyes lit up when I agreed. "That's great!" he said, excitedly. He walked over to me, his phone in his hand. "How about we exchange numbers. That way, we can schedule when to hang out, or, you know, maybe just talk?"
"O-okay." I grabbed my phone from the table side and handed it to him, taking his phone in the process.
"Here you go," Liam said. He handed my phone back to me after he added his number, "Feel free to text me anytime. I may or may not respond quickly depending on what I'm doing at the time, 'cause I have school and lacrosse practice."
"Same," I said, before correcting myself, "I-I mean, I don't have lacrosse practice, but I might be busy with...other stuff…?"
Liam laughed, "Yeah."
"Hey, Liam, I'm ready to go, now." Startled, we looked up to see Dr. Geyer standing in the doorway. "You coming?"
"Yeah, be right there," Liam told him before turning back to me. "I'll text you later?"
I nodded with a smile, "Okay."
"Okay, well bye," Liam said, waving at me as he walked to his dad. "Oh, and I hope you feel better soon."
"Bye-bye." As soon as Liam and his dad left, Scott, Sammy, Rae, and Stiles walked in.
"Uh, who was that?" Rae asked, giving me a sly grin.
"Do I need to beat him up?" Stiles asked.
Sammy scoffed, "Oh, please. As if you can beat him up," she said, causing him to glare at her.
"Shut up, Sammy."
"I'm just stating the facts here. If anybody's gonna beat him up, it's gonna be Scott, but he's not going to because he's Scott," Sammy said.
"Why do you have to bring me into everything, Sammy!" Scott let out a laugh.
"Because that's my speciality!" she grinned. "Anyways, you have to be careful around that boy, Addie. Boys can be terrible sometimes. Besides, if he doesn't text you by the end of this week, a little phone call is going to go home to his parents and if he doesn't text you then, he's going to have fun failing all of his classes because someone has talked to his teachers and convinced them to grade his tests."
My eyes widened. Why did they have to be so embarrassing?
"Sammy, I don't think that's possible-" Scott started but she cut him off.
"Shut up and let Addie speak!" she snapped before smiling at me.
"It's just a boy!" I groaned. Were they always this embarrassing? I don't remember them being this embarrassing.
"Just a boy?!" Stiles started, but Scott cut him off.
"Addie, there's someone who wants to see you," Scott said.
"Who?" I asked.
"He means me," Isaac poked his head through the door.
I swear my heart almost stopped. "Isaac…"
"We'll give you guys some privacy," Rae said, ushering everyone else out of the room.
"Hey, Addie…" Isaac said, awkwardly, "How are you doing?"
"How do you think I'm doing? I got shot in the stomach," I snapped, surprising myself. Woah, where did that come from?
"Oh, yeah. Right..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Look, I know that I haven't exactly the best brother out there-"
"That's an understatement," I muttered under my breath.
"-but I'm really sorry for everything I did," Isaac finished.
I glanced at him before quickly looking away. Don't cry, Addie. Don't cry. "Why did you leave?" Goddamit, I'm tearing up. "You promised me that you'd never leave me, and that's exactly what you did."
"Addie…" I could hear his voice breaking. "I left because I couldn't be the best possible brother for you. I left because I didn't want you to see me as a monster."
"I would never see you as a monster, Isaac!" I protested. "No matter what, you're my brother."
He gave me a weak smile, "Can you please forgive me? I promise I will try my best to be the best possible brother for you."
"Let me ask Teddy first," I pulled Teddy close to me. "What do you think I should do, Teddy?"
"You should forgive him. I actually kind of miss his insults."
"Teddy says you're forgiven!" I smiled.
Isaac let out a laugh. "I promise that I will always be here for you. No matter what. You're my little sister and I will protect you," he said, pulling me into a hug.
"Even Teddy?" I asked.
Isaac laughed again. "Yes, even Teddy."
At that moment, Sammy burst into the room with a huge grin on her face. "I heard everything!"
The others shuffled in behind her, Rae wincing apologetically.
"So, Isaac," Scott started. "Does that mean you're staying?"
"Yeah," Isaac smiled down at me, then looked back at Scott. "Yeah, I think I will. Oh, and good luck with the game."
"Well, thanks, but I'm not-I'm not going either. Can't even think about playing some meaningless game right now," Scott shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.
"You weren't at practice last week, were you?"
"No, I skipped it. Why?" Scott frowned.
"Then you didn't hear?"
"Hear what?" Stiles butt in.
Isaac's gaze flicked between the two of them. "Jackson was there."
"What do you mean 'there'? Like, he was-"
"As if nothing had happened," Isaac nodded.
"Really? That means...the game tonight?" Rae questioned.
"Yeah," Isaac nodded. "He's playing."
Author's Note:
We're almost done! Only three more chapters to go! Oh, and a character was just introduced super early. I saw an opportunity and I just couldn't help myself (hehe). I can't wait for season 3. There are going to be more interactions between Adeline, Liam, and Mason. But most importantly, my little precious cinnamon roll, Corey is gonna appear (*squeals*)! Oh, man, I can't wait! Anyway, if possible, please leave a review/comment. We love reading them (especially long/detailed ones). We love you all!
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