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Now all those feelings, those yesterday feelings will all be lost in time
but today I've wasted away for today is on my mind

Yesterday's Feelings; The Used

Sweat poured down my whole body. I still see awful flames, hear lousy screams and feel disgusting taste of smoke in my mouth. Safety doesn't feel the same to me anymore – I don't see the difference between reality and dreams. Afraid to open my eyes, I firstly touched everything next to me. After feeling the softness of my blankets I pushed them open.
Allison was already up, just leaving the room. She came back as soon as she heard me. "You okay?" Why is she even asking? My face told her everything.
For the first time I was fine with confessing that I am not okay. Nothing of this is going to be okay. Black haired girl sat next to me and hugged me. One by one, tears started to stream down my face. It took me half an hour to finally let it all out through tears, but what I saw in my dream never left my mind. After I pulled away from Allison, she said nothing. To her this was one more trouble to deal with. This was selfish from me, thinking only I have problems. Things with her and Scott are getting worse, she told me last night before drifting into sleep. I missed talking to her about cute boys and pretty clothes. Things got complicated since we found out about werewolves and Argent family. She told me that Kate also gave her some clues before getting her to see Derek. Firstly, I felt betrayed. Why did Allison deserved to be prepared and I didn't? Kate said she threw a bomb on us. She was so wrong only on my sister, expecting her to catch it with both of her hands.
But Kate pushed me and I stepped on a mine. I'm still standing on it, and my patience is slowly drying out. My aunt is testing me to see how I will manage this things. Am I going to give up and let it blow me up in the air, or will I bent to dig around the mine to remove a detonation device from the mine body?
Still in shock, which is slowly fading away, I typed Hale house fire, Beacon Hills in google. Research wasn't my thing, but giving up wasn't either. 8:20 a.m striked on my blue wall clock. How is it possible that I didn't find anything at all? Are my skills that bad, or am I searching on a wrong place.
"You're gonna be late," Allison called from the bathroom next to my room.
"I'm already late," I said and jumped of my wooden chair, accidentaly kicking it down. Not even trying to pick it up, I opened my closet.
Someone entered the room. "What should I wear?" I asked, pulling out black jeans and T-Shirt saying I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR TODAY SO I PUT ON THIS DESIGNER T-SHIRT.
Too casual, I think, he won't like it. In my mind, a picture of beautiful read haired girl came out of nowhere, making me feel phatetic. I shouldn't care if he likes it at all. In fact, I should stay home, trying to find as much informations as I can on deaths of Hale family.
Like she heard me thinking, Kate sighed dissaprovingly. Fear kicked in me, and as always, she noticed my pale, freaked out face. After asking me what is wrong, and after me answering how I'm only still procesing shape shifters in my head, blonde woman gave up.
Her witch-like laugh echoed my ears. Kate pulled out multicolor skirt, a simple, beige top and a jacket that fits my top. I didn't even know I have all those stuff in my closet because I never actually wore them. I find myself a simple person - jeans and shirts, once in a while a dress, only if I feel comfortable in it. "Aaaand, this..." She gave me a smile and threw a pink scarf on the pile of clothes in my hands. Kate expected me to say something, maybe a thank you, or I like it, or even a negative opinion on her choose. But nothing came out of my mouth. We stared at each other until she said „Go on, try it out"
I told as she said, feeling like a soldier, and she was my commander. What I saw in my dream felt to real… could Kate really do that? A calm, elegant woman who thought me so many things about life. She was there at my hardest moments, to point me in the right direction. My aunt was there to give me advices when I got my first boyfriend. Or what I'm mostly grateful for, she thougt me how to read. I was a troubled and shy kid, and she was the only one who sucseeded to get through me.
It's ridicolous to think she burned all those people. After all, it's just one of my nightmares. Kate is my family, and I should trust her.
Pushing all my thoughts about fire and my dreams, with clothes already on, I rushed to meet with Stiles.

He's waiting for me in a coffee shop, near the BHH. I was grateful he choose a table with less people around as. They were mostly teenagers from school, sitting in groups of minimum three students. I recognized Jackson and his friends from the team. While other were studying and concentrating on their work, Jackson and his gang laughed out loud, making fun of whoever passed by them.
And there's Stiles, sitting on his own with his eyes locked on his phone. He seemed troubled. It became easier for me to recognize other peoples emotions when I felt the same as they did. He lifted his head when he heard the chair pulling. „I know, I'm so sorry Stiles!" But he didn't say anything and returned his attention on the phone in his hands. „I had some things to do." Should I tell him? It's hard for me to tell my family about my nightmares and night tripps int he woods, and I'm much less comfortable telling a stranger about that. A stranger who's not even looking at me. „You're giving me a silent threatman?" I asked the brown haired boy, with annoyance recognizible in my tone.
„Does it look like I'm gonna do something else?" He answered sarcasticly and returned to typing a message on his phone.
„I told you I'm sorry."
Nothing.
Why am I even trying? It's not like he means something to me, I tried to assure myself.
„You did, great. Now I gotta go."
He pushed his chair away from a table, but didn't stood up yet. „It was nice talking to you, Abbigail."
With those words he was gone. This wasn't Stiles Lydia told me about. This boy isn't an annoying piece of ass as she said. I liked the sound of old Stiles more than this one. He changed. But what could change him?
I didn't know how to feel. My stomach boiled while my head hurt like someone just throw a three pound havy stone at me. Cursing myself for even trying to befriend Stiles I followed his lead, leaving the coffee shop and headed to school. Just as I was passing by loud boys, someone caught my hands.
Jackson Whittenmore smiled widely at me. I don't need his crap, not now. „Are you alright?" His question surprised me. That was something I've never expected to leave Jackson's lips.
I nodded, not feeling like talking. „You sure?" He asked again, out oft he blue.
„What got to you, captain?" The fake laugh escaped my mouth. I tried to force myself to leave and run away, somewhere in the woods so I can be on my own. But I was afraid of my thoughts, of what my mind will do to me. It's playing games with me, and it's better for me to be in a company. „Co-captain, actually." A boy two seats away from Jackson coughed.
I felt bad for the guy after Jackson shot him a dreadful look. Poor kid's gonna pay for that on the fiels, I can tell.
Danny offered me to sit with them, and I gladly accepted the seat next to him. He inturced me to other four boys: Daniel, Michael, Brian and Kevin.
Truthfuly, I forgot them as soon as he said their names, loosing myself in my thoughts.
They continued their converstaion about lacrosse, like it's the only thing in the world. How lucky they are to be born in normal families, their parents have normal jobs and they are loved. For long time in my life I wished for a normal family again – the one who doesn't hunt werewolves and other supernatural creatures during the night.

AU: I've lost my inspiration and I didn't even start the story properly. So I apologize if it's taking long to upload next chapters. Please review :)