About To Be Known [Book 3]

Reiterating Stories And Returning Memories

Notes:

A lot of shit has been going on in my personal life. That's like crap you know. My uncle Passed away the other day and I started summer school and the teacher is a complete psychopath. She's literally threatening us and is a horrible teacher. Absolutely every single student in the classroom has no idea what's going on.

Also, I had a really bad day yesterday. I cried my eyes out all morning cuz I was really stressed and I cried for like 2 hours straight like screaming. It was terrible. And then I took a nap that was like 2 hours long after not having slept for like a day and a half. And then when I woke up I decided to get shit moving and trying to get stuff together and I ran into the fucking wall that was my mother and she frustrated me so much that I started screaming and banging my head against the wall because I was so fucking pissed. I called a suicide hotline cuz I was so fucking stressed. I call them every now and then whenever I have no one to turn to or talk to. Usually whenever I'm really fucking down and shit.

And that was all yesterday. And then I had to do what would normally be 3 days of work in one hour. I had to make a 5 slide presentation after having to read 10 pages of science that has nothing to do with the fucking class and then I had to coordinate with group members and try to figure stuff out when the teacher didn't explain anything and it's all due tomorrow.

Literally, I'm fucking going crazy.

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Peter POV:

Not 10 minutes after Deaton left, Christopher said he had no business here and also left; then it was just Klaus and I. I quickly summarized what exactly happened and all the information that I learned. Klaus was quite interested in how my sister took away my memories. I told him I would tell him about it later. But I was wondering if he could do something for me.

The bastard said it depended on if it was hard or not.

But I guess we weren't really friends; rather, we were just acquaintances through Stiles.

I told him about how there is a way to get the memories back. I looked inside one of my boxes and pulled out Talia's old claws. The ones that I used from when I got the memory of Malia being my child back. I didn't think that she had taken any more memories, so I didn't think to look. However, the problem this time was that Lydia wasn't here. And I wasn't too keen on going back to Beacon Hills. However, there was another way to retrieve my memories, and it would require an alpha werewolf. However, I was hoping that a hybrid werewolf would count.

I explained it to Klaus in a very simple manner. All he had to do was to put the claws on his own claws, which would be a bit painful, but he was a werewolf, and he's experienced pain before; it's not too difficult. But if he just replaced his claws with Talia's, he could then stick them in the back of my neck, and while I'd rather he not be privy to my memory, we would both be transported into my mind, and we would eventually both see what Talia had taken from me.

I explained it was sort of like what I did to Stiles so that we could wake him up. Except instead of waking me up, we would be searching for my memories.

Klaus was down to do it because he was very interested when we did it the first time, and he was keen to experience it for himself, and if he could learn to do this, then he could do it on his own. And he was all for learning new things, apparently. I didn't care what he gained from this; all I wanted was to know was what was stolen from me.

And hopefully, that is the last of the memories that were taken from me because I don't want to do this again and again and again. It's not fun, and it's really disconcerting to know that so many of my memories were taken, and I had no idea.