I was laying in the bath to relax as I washed my long hair. My necklace hanging from the mirror felt so out of place as I don't remember where I got it from. Oh well, I still have that nagging feeling in my chest after I get out. I went to lay down and saw my window showing the moonlight.
" Something still feels off, but what?" I asked as I looked at the moon with storming clouds. I laid my head down but felt so uncomfortable. I grabbed the pillow next to me and cradled it between my legs and body. A scent I didn't know was attached to it, but it felt like home. I fell asleep after two hours of staring off into space. No dreams and nothing. When I woke up I got dressed in my black halter top and torn black jeans with black combat boots adoring my feet. I got my makeup done and headed to Benny's for my order of coffee and sandwich. My heart is still feeling hollow.
" That's starting to get on my nerves." I told myself after getting back on my bike. My necklace hung around my neck as I rode off. As I got to school I saw Lydia.
" That feeling I was telling you about earlier won't go away." I say as we headed inside.
" That hollow feeling?" She asked as I was eating my sandwich..
" I don't know, it just feels like it's missing something." I told her as she looked like something was off.
" Last night it felt like a train was going around my room." She replied as I thought what the hell.
" Maybe it's connected or something?" I say as she nods.
" Three months and still nothing going on in Beacon Hills? It's really unusual, but we will figure it out." Lydia says as we walk the halls. We stopped by her locker as the bell rang.
" Let's head to class." I say as she smirks.
" Grades won't keep themselves afloat if we don't." She replied as we walked to class.
" I gotta keep my straight A's and high GPA going." I say as we entered our Math Class.
" What is your GPA?" She asked as we sat down.
" Last time I checked about a week ago it was at 4.2." I say with a smile. Her eyes light up as I smile.
" Classes do help if you go." She replied as Malia came and sat in front of Lydia. I saw the empty space was next to me. It felt like someone was supposed to be there.
" I'm impressed with most of you. It really speaks to your study habits and your commitment to your own education. Everyone else? See me for extra help." Ms. Flemming says as she hands back papers. I see Malia's has a D- on it and grips the bottom of the desk with a low growl as the teacher hands me back my paper which had another A+ on it.
" Ms. Flemming, um..." Lydia calls out to distract Ms. Flemming, but she of course corrects her.
" I already told you, Lydia- I don't give extra credit for alternate equations based on your own theoretical findings." She replied as Lydia made an awkward face as she continued to move through the class to give papers out.
" Lia! Claws. Claws, Malia." Lydia calls out.
" It's ok, just breathe." I say as Malia does so. No claws in sight. I see Lydia off in a daze, looking at the seat next to me. Was it a Banshee premonition?
" Excuse me, who are you? What are you doing in this class?" Lydia asked as she leaned over. I see her grab her ears and then look about the classroom confused.
" Are you ok?" I asked as she looked shaken up.
" I don't know. Something's wrong." She said quietly.
" After class." I whispered back as class went on without a hitch. After the bell rings, I follow Lydia down the hall.
" What exactly did you see?" I asked as we stopped.
" A doctor was sitting in the empty seat next to you and let out this metal grinding sound, like a train." She replied as I nodded.
" That sounds Banshee related for sure." I replied. She still looked shaken up as I still felt the hollow feeling in my chest. I see her looking down the hall.
" What? Lyds? What do you see?" I asked as she began walking down the hall. I followed her. She began to sprint till she was outside. She was tossing and turning as she looked frantically then her hand was forward.
" Lydia!" I exclaimed as she called out and almost ran out into the street! Malia came out of nowhere and pulled her back.
" Are you okay?" Malia asked as I looked bewildered.
" Premonition?" I asked as she looked shaken up.
" I'm fine." She replied as I see Malia looked strained by all of this.
" What were you doing?" She asked Lydia and she shook her head.
" Trying to remember." Lydia replied before the warning bell for our classes went off. The rest of the day went smooth as could be when I was about to head home for the night. That hollow feeling still in my chest felt like a dull ache as I got on my bike.
" What are you?" I asked myself as I got on my bike and rode to get Chinese take out. I grabbed noodles and egg rolls and went home. Devouring it to no avail as I sat back and just curled up on the couch. I pulled up my faux furred quilt and let my eyes drift before my phone went off. I picked it up and saw Malia had texted me.
Boiler room School. MT.
" What?" I asked before getting up and heading to school as the night began to flourish. As I stopped, I saw Lydia's car.
" What are you doing here?" She asked as I waved my phone.
" Malia texted me, you?" I asked as she nodded.
" Same thing." She replied as we headed inside.
We walked down and called out for Malia.
" Over here." She replied, we followed the sound and saw Malia shackling one of her wrists to hold herself.
" Has it really come to this?" Lydia asked as Malia shook her shackled wrist.
" Why here of all places?" I asked as Malia looked at us sheepishly.
" Can you give me a hand?" She asked us.
" If this is a new after-school club... Count me out?" Lydia replied as I yawned.
" It's late Malia, is this really what you need?" I asked out of genuine concern for her well being as my cousin.
" I've got a problem. I'm growling at people in class, I'm clawing at my desk... I tried turning the floor of my bedroom into a coyote den." She explained and I saw the worry and fear on her face.
" Do these look familiar to you?" She asked as she held up the chains.
" No, why would it?" Lydia asked as I nodded.
" They do seem familiar like the ones I used to keep you locked up." I say remembering the lake house.
" Malia, do you really think this is going to keep you safe?" Lydia asked out of concern.
" They used to! Before the lake house, this is where I'd come for the full moon. But you weren't down here with me. Scott wasn't down here with me..." Malia says as my mind clicks. Someone was here with me helping her.
" Then who was down here with you besides me?" I asked as Malia pointed it out.
" You couldn't have done it alone...without Raven being here." Lydia says as I nodded.
" And I felt like someone was here with me helping her." I say as the dull pain in my chest grows. I grab my chest as Lydia looks concerned.
" Are you ok?" Malia asked as I took a breath.
" I think so." I replied as I stood up. Lydia's phone buzzes, as she looks at it, she looks at Malia then me.
" It's Scott." She replies as I got concerned, what did he need from us during this hour? We unlocked Malia and headed out. I got on my bike and followed them to the woods. Scott is there with two flashlights.
" Hey. I went to bed at home, and I woke up out in the woods, about a mile out. I think there's a reason why this has happened..." Scott said as we all walked.
" I've been out here before. It was the beginning of sophomore year, the night before tryouts for the first line. I remember because it was all that I could think about." Scott says as we continue to walk.
" What were you doing?" Malia asked as I groaned.
" I was looking for a dead body." Scott says as I remembered.
" My dead sister's body. Laura." I say as I reminisce about her.
"...That's morbid." Lydia remarked as Scott shook his head.
" So, then, what was I doing out here all alone?" Malia asked as Lydia shrugged.
" I wish I could help you, but I didn't know you then." Lydia says as Malia perked at this.
" I was still a coyote, so I might have tried to eat it..." She replied as I gave a grimace look.
" Deaton said that my subconscious is trying to tell me something... But I need you guys to help me figure out what it's saying." Scott says as Lydia sighs at this.
" Maybe you were just a curious teenager? You heard there was a body..." Lydia tries to reason with him.
" But how? I never watched the news, and I didn't have a police scanner." Scott interjects her claims.
" Your mom works at the hospital. Maybe she got called in and you overheard her?" Malia asked as Scott shook his head.
" My mom wasn't home that night." Scott explained as I held tight to my voice.
" I live five miles away from here. How did I get here?" Scott asked as I smirked.
" You had your mom's car then, but she was probably using it for her shift." I replied as he nodded.
" You ran?" Malia asked as Scott shook his head.
" I couldn't have. I had asthma." He replied to her. The four of us standing in the middle of the woods.
" I was hiding, but they knew I was here." Scott says as he looks about, seeking an answer to any of this.
" Maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing?" Malia asked as Scott shook his head.
" How would they know that it was me?" He asked her.
" Why would the Sheriff even think I would be out here?" He asked as Lydia perked up.
" Because, like most deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural." Lydia says as I see a smile from Scott.
" But I wasn't supernatural. I mean, this was the night that I was bitten." He said as I chuckled.
" Baby wolf when he shifted for the first time had no control. Derek and I tried to teach him. But he found his way about it." I say as he nodded.
" I wasn't a Werewolf yet... And I wasn't out here alone." Scott says as we were still confused by all of this.
" I know it sounds crazy, but...I think I had a best friend. And I think he was out here with me that night." Scott says as the dull ache made itself known as I put a hand on my chest.
" It doesn't sound crazy. I know that someone chained me up with Raven, and I think they wanted me to stay human." Malia says as Lydia speaks up.
" I came to school this morning, and I was sure I was supposed to meet someone... But I couldn't remember who it was supposed to be. I have been looking for them all day." Lydia says as I felt that ache more and more.
" I think I knew someone. Someone I had a bond with. I think I loved him. More than anything." I say as I absentmindedly grabbed my necklace.
" What if we're all missing the same person?" Scott asked as he pulled a photo out. It was all of us during Senior pictures. I was on the top of the table as if leaning on someone. My arms wrapped around nothing.
" I think that he was in this picture." Scott says as Lydia points to the empty space in front of me.
" He was sitting right there." She says as I moaned in pain of the ache.
" You ok?" Scott asked as I took a breath.
" I feel like I have this dull ache in my chest. It ramps up at times." I say as Scott looks concerned.
" Let's head to the animal clinic and see what Deaton knows." Scott says as we all agreed. We all headed to the Animal clinic, Deaton was there in the darkened back room as Scott held the bluish tinted glass. It was hanging from a light. Lydia sat in front of it with a piece of paper and pen.
" Now she just magically writes down all the answers?" Malia asked skeptically as Deaton gave her a patient smile.
" It's not quite that simple." Deaton replied as Lydia sighed.
" It never is." She replied as she held the pen over the paper.
" In automatic writing, the hand moves outside of any conscious awareness. Now, hopefully, the silence, the darkness, and the light will allow you to find a more comfortable trance-like state. Lydia, I want you to stare into the light, and let go of all thought..." Deaton explains. We leave Lydia some space to see if her Banshee side can give us a sign of anything.
" I have to warn you... We may not be able to access these memories." Deaton says in a low tone as if not to disturb Lydia.
" Why not?" Scott asked his mentor.
" The legend has always been that the Wild Hunt takes people. But, if what you're telling me is right, the truth is much worse. They erase people from reality." Deaton explains as I saw Lydia sporadically writing.
" How do we remember someone who has been completely erased from our minds?" Scott asked him as I paid attention to Lydia.
" Maybe he hasn't been..." Malia said as their attention went to Lydia who was writing faster and faster.
" Oh, is she...? Should we stop her?" Scott asked as Deaton grabbed his hand to stop him. We walked slow to see what she had. Deaton trying to get her attention. Deaton shuts off the light, Lydia doesn't move, her eyes fixed on the table.
" Lydia? Lyds?" I asked, trying to pull her out of this. I see the paper had Mischief written multiple times.
" What does "mischief" mean?" Malia asked, more irritated if anything.
" That's not what she wrote..." Scott says as I see it says Stiles. Lydia rouses and gasps before looking at the paper.
" What the hell is a Stiles?" She asked as the room went quiet. The ache in my chest grew again as I stopped.
" I think this is who we are looking for." I say as I place a hand on my chest.