The Not So Defective Twin

Arrival

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Lydia looked at me concerned. "What do you mean you think someone is stalking you, Y/N?"

"I mean that it's too much of a coincidence that the Hale house burned not too long after I was there, and my previous home was burned down as well and I have no recollection of escaping," I recalled the series of events that have happened over the past nine years.

Allison knitted her eyebrows in thought. "We moved out of the house the day after you left, and when we were two hours away we got a call that the house was on fire. I don't understand though, Kate set fire to the Hale house, why would she be stalking you just to do that?"

"I don't think she was stalking Y/N," Scott spoke, "I think someone may have offered her something to do that to the Hale house that day."

"But what about the other times," Isaac asked. I almost forgot he was here.

"It may be possible that someone is trying to kill Y/N," Deaton declared.

"Way to make it subtle, Dea. Then why did I wake up in the woods? Someone had to have saved me right? Why didn't they leave me somewhere else and call an ambulance right away to find me? What if I actually died and you are all seeing my ghost," I began to question not knowing an answer to anything and knowing they didn't either.

Deaton shook his head. "I don't know, but in the meantime, we're glad to have yo-"

The doorbell rang.

"I'll go get it," Stiles said, but I was quick to shoot him down.

"No, I'll get it, it's fine," I said walking to the door.

I opened the door and saw two faces I thought I wouldn't see so soon. My face and my heart dropped as I saw my parents standing in the doorway, and just like that all of my childhood memories came rushing back.

I struggled to get my words out as I greeted them.

"H-hi, dad. M-mom," I said nervously, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Y/N," my mother said with a stern tone then walked past me through the door.

My father looked like he felt sorry for me, he always has whenever he visited me, even when Kira couldn't.

"Hi sweetheart," he said with a small smile, to which I smiled back. Then he too entered the house.

I closed the door and walked back to the living room, where everyone was. Everyone looked at me with a hesitant look, Kira looking down with embarrassment, and my mother staring right at me and every little step I took.

"Thank you Kira for telling us your sister is here," my mother said in a stern tone and did not break eye contact with me. "Y/N Yukimura, tell me what you are doing here and why you fled Seattle after committing arson."

Again, for the thousandth time today silence filled the room as we were all suffocated by the tension of the events just now unravelling.

I took a deep breath to settle my nerves before speaking.

"I didn't flee, and I didn't set that fire. How could I if I was drunk and asleep that night. I don't even know how I ended up in the woods," I exclaimed as I slightly raised my voice at the end.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Isaac slip out of the room to get away from the tension, and Stiles was looking for somewhere to go as well. I don't mind Isaac leaving, and I get why Stiles wants to but It kind of hurts.

My father noticed my mother getting even more frustrated that I mentioned that I was drunk that night so he decided to step in instead.

"W-what do you mean in the woods? And why were you drunk," he asked not only as a husband trying to please his wife, but as a caring and protective father as well.

"What does every teenager do? Go to parties," I said that didn't please my mom any more than she was. "Chan and Marrie knew that I would be there that night, and we have a rule that if I don't text them before midnight that I'd be home after the party, but that night I got carried away and it was one in the morning the next time I went to see the time. I knew they wouldn't be home in about an hour so I had a friend take me home and help me to bed, but I made sure to go to sleep until I knew they had left. Next thing I know I'm waking up in the woods covered in dirt and soot in my sports-bra and shorts. I went back to the house, but there were news stations saying I started the fire so I went back to the woods, and then I'm hit on the head and everything goes black."

"Even if that is true, why show up now? A year later," my mother said, skeptical.

"That's the thing," I said, hesitantly while picking at my nails, "I don't remember what happened in the past year either. The last thing I remember is being hit in Seattle a year ago and then waking up in the woods just outside of Beacon Hills, which was a month ago."