The Raven- Teen Wolf

Chapter 13

Screams escape my lips. Pictures and posters come crashing down. My lights flicker. I take sharp breaths. A sob is stuck in the back of my throat. I swallow it down, painfully. I have no memory of crying, but like every other night, tears stick to my cheeks. Another nightmare. Forgotten.

Logan runs to my room, his hair's messed up from sleep. He rubs his eyes. "You really need to find out what's wrong." He walks away, mumbling under his breath as he goes, "I forgot what it was like to wake up to screaming every morning."

I run my fingers through my tangled hair. I smooth the pieces sticking out. Logan is old enough to walk to the bus stop with Maya now. That gives me lots of time in the morning, especially since I already packed their things last night. I get up and ready as quick as I can. I need to prepare for any information my Grandmother may have.

"Raf?" He groans and turns in his bed. I start pulling off his comforter. "Get your ass out of bed. We need to find out what's wrong with me."

"Phoebe! It's six in the morning!"

"I was up way earlier because of these damn nightmares that won't go away! You were the one who wanted to know too. So, get up. Get dressed. We're going to my Grans."

He hops up at the mention of my Grandma. "Do you think she made those cookies?!" He asks holding up his hands in a circle, symboling a cookie.

"I don't know, but she could if you hurry the fuck up."

He immediately started getting ready as I walk out. He'll do anything for my Gran's warm cookies. I walk down their house hallway to see Mrs. King setting up breakfast.

Oh what I would give to have my mother care about me.

Jealousy rises up. I quickly shove it down. I don't need a pity party. I need answers.

"Hey!" She waves as soon as she see's me. She dust's off her hand on her apron. Her hugs were always the best, warm, meaningful, and fast. I never was a touchy person, the thought of me in someone's arms makes me want to gag. But I refrain of course, I let multiple people hug me because sometimes they just need a hug. "So! What have you guys been up to? How was France? Tell me everything!"

"Well I don't know if I have enough time for everything," I giggle. "But... France was absolutely amazing. It's so pretty, the food is so good, and don't get me started on the amount of hot guys there was!"

She squeals, "Anyone catch your eye?!"

"Not particularly no..."

"Because there's already another guy?" She raises her eyebrows, a certain sparkle in her eye.

"No. Well- no. No."

She covers her smile with her hand. "There is! Tell me all about him!" I remember a time where Mrs. King would try to make Raf and I date. Maybe she gave up. Or maybe she's still silently hoping.

I heard a crash from down the hall. We both turn our heads to see Raf stumbling out of his room. "Lets g-" he gets caught off by falling to the ground. He swiftly scrambles up and jogs towards us. "Let's go get some cookies!"

"We'll finish this conversation later, Phoebe." Mrs. King waves a finger in my face.

"Have they been constant?"

"Yes. Every night. Some nights I completely blank out. It's as if my consciousness wants me to forget what's happening."

My grandmas steady smile never leaves her face. "Anything else?"

"I've been blanking a bit. I will loose my train of thought and when I'm snapped back to reality something's different. Yesterday, I was writing, or trying to write. I blanked. When I was out of it, my paper had a drawing of a crow on it."