Forget Me Not

15. Disruptive

Two days later, we still can't find Stiles, he just disappeared, yesterday I spazzed out on Derek after he said that Stiles has a nogitsune spirit, which was a dark spirit that wants revenge out on people, and it's not the same him, part of me believed it but the other part was just so angry that anyone calls think that Stiles would be some evil spirit, I mean really, we're talking about Stiles.

I got dressed for school, today in going to skip make up, let my skin breathe and honestly I'm just too lazy to do it, I feel like I've been through a ringer.

I softly walked downstairs, but stopped at the sound of my parents arguing "no she's way to determined to just get in the car with us and leave, this isn't like any other place we've been to" my mom said "so what we just let her run around with these flea bags, disrupting my family's honor" my dad yelled his face was a deep red "well you moved us here" my mom casted blame on him "I moved us here to prepare her, not to have her playing with these puppies, and getting distracted" my dad whisper yelled, what the actual hell "we can just tell her" my mom suggested "we can't tell her, she's already got here werewolf boyfriend, her friends are werewolves and banshees, she's gained there trust she won't just let it all go" my father said "I used to be like her, I used to not want to kill them, until your father taught me" my mom said "how are we going to get her to listen to us" my dad asked "bring him here" my mother answered.

I slowly walked up the steps then stomped back down so they would know coming "hey" I said "did they ever find your friend" my mom asked "not yet" I said "they'll find him" my dad said "I hope" I said.

I was driving to school, do I really have to go, I mean come on if we hasn't already noticed nothing here is normal, and I can't walk in school and pretend it is.

Oh yeah, I have a new definition of normal, it's something your familiar with, no matter what living situation your in, it's if you've gotten used to it, I haven't gotten used to this, real friends, werewolves, and not being able to buy my way out of life.

I came to beacon hills thinking it was going to be like every other place but it's not, and I wish I can just go back to my normal when I could buy life, just pull out an amount and everything is okay, or when I wouldn't have to care about what someone else was going through because they never cared for me, and it's like everyday I'm getting deeper and deeper into confusion, where I'm at the point, I just don't know, I don't know what's real.

Let's back it up, what did my parents mean, that whole conversation was a blur, they have a secret, it involves supernatural, and for my entire life I never knew, why couldn't I have a regular life like billions of others, I'm hungry.

Lydia and Allison knocked at me window, I rolled it down "have you just been sitting in your car all day" Allison asked, "actually I went to the donut shop an hour ago" I said "that's crazy because I saw you here this morning, thinking I was going to see you in class, then you didn't show up" Lydia said "I was already a couple minutes late so I just decided not to go" I smiled "and she's proud of this" Allison said to Lydia, "but anyway, I need you to take me to Derek's place" Lydia asked, well not much of a question because they just walked in my car as if I already said yes "Allison do you want to drive" I asked handing her the keys "really" she asked "it's a car, not like I'm asking you to steer my life" I said, getting in the back "or choice of clothes" I mumbled low enough for only me to hear.

"So like, why are we going to Derek's loft" I asked "I need to ask Peter Hale about how to be a banshee" she said "why" Allison asked "because he knows about it, and I don't know how to work it" Lydia answered "if you need help go to Deaton" I suggested "at the end of the day, Peter bit me and I need to go to Peter" Lydia hissed "wait if Peter bit you than why are you a banshee instead of a werewolf" I asked "because the bite doesn't always turn you into a werewolf, it can turn you into something based on how your true form is" Allison answered "so if they bit me would I turn into a mermaid" I asked "why a mermaid" Lydia asked "I can sing, swim, and all the sailors want to catch me" I joked, Allison parted her lips to speak but then closed it and just laughed.

We walked into Derek's loft, Peter was waiting near the window "I need your help" Lydia said "here comes the three musketeers" Peter chuckled "let's lose the brunettes".

"Last time I was alone with you, I almost bled out on the lacrosse field" Lydia reminded him "that's not how you treat a lady" I mumbled "I wasn't trying to kill you, you were my back up plan, but let's not forget my bite brought out your abilities" Peter said "let's not forget the time, when you brainwashed her to save yourself" Allison brought up "so that I can be here to this day to help you with your problems, it's the circle of life" Peter said "wow he's good" I mumbled "yeah well we're not stupid, we know he's psycho" Allison said, we turned around and began walking.

"You know your banshee scream is to only block out the other noises, so that you can hear what's really important, I can help you focus that" Peter said drawing us back in "what do you want" Allison asked "my sister, Derek's mom, she took a memory from me a long time ago, it's hidden in her claws, I need to know what she took" Peter demanded "I'm pretty sure if she took the memory, that you probably weren't ready to hear it" I said "I think I'm big boy enough to know the truth" Peter said, he pulled out a container and let out four of his sisters claws into Lydia's hands.

Peter was yelling at Lydia to focus "Peter calm down she's trying" I told him "she needs to try harder" Peter yelled he was walking towards him, I was about to stop him, but Allison whipped out an electroshock stick that stopped him from walking into it, "back away from her" Allison ordered "it's funny because aunt Kate had the same thing but it didn't stop me from ripping her throat out" Peter yelled at her "is that a threat" I asked "shut up" Lydia yelled, throwing the claws, they stuck into a wooden post like darts, she they focused hard on the claws, "your not just an uncle" Lydia mumbled.

We sat in the car, comparing the picture of Malia Tate and Peter Hale, "momma Tate got game" I said "I can't believe that's Peter is her father" Allison said "I'm wondering, what does a werewolf have to mix with, to make a werecoyote" I asked, we all looked away from the photos and at each other "another question how did we get these photos, one what the hell, that's creepy, and two I thought werewolves eyes flashed in pictures" I asked "Aubrey stop being logical" Allison said.