People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed onto us, that we pick up the bad traits along the way.
But what if our parents have no good traits? What does that make us?
Are we all bad?
Kinsey couldn't speak on...
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Sheriff Stilinski leaned over his son's desk looking down at the open yearbook from freshman year while Stiles and Scott explained what the boy they'd repeatedly circled in a red marker had to do with the murders that had been happening in this town. Kinsey was supposed to be listening to the explanation too as she sat across the room, her knees to her chest with her back against Stiles's bedroom wall. It was fair to say she was distracted, she had been for the past few hours, who could blame her? She was trying to process what had happened tonight, even if it were just part of what had happened because frankly, all the things that had happened in this single night were more than what some people experienced in a lifetime.
Two teenagers sat in the hospital parking lot wallowing in a less than blissful silence.
Both stared ahead at the illuminated hospital sign, almost looking enchanted by it, really, they were less enchanted by the sign itself and more so by the fact they'd lost count of how many times they had been sat like this, in front of the hospital sign in their lives. Or for Kinsey, just the past few months of her living in the town. For a pair of sixteen-year-olds, they had seen it much too often. It seemed neither of them could escape the things that came in a package deal with a hospital, more specifically, death. Their lives revolved around it now, even before the two knew about the world of the supernatural it had been a common thing in their life, for Kinsey, she just wasn't so aware of it. Whether it be the people they loved or people in a town that they loved the two couldn't escape death. Even when those people had died Kinsey couldn't escape them. From her mother who apparently liked to show up in her hallucinations to Peter Hale who had been the subject of a large portion of the nightmares, she'd had since meeting the former Alpha. When it came to death the two teenagers had never had so much in common. Both of them were motherless, left with only a single male figure in their lives. That was a similarity that Allison also shared with them now.
Stiles cleared his throat, preparing himself to speak, something he hadn't done since picking the girl up, he hadn't known what to say. All his words had been used on their phone call, even then he'd been quite speechless. "I really think you should go home and rest, Kins." He mumbled in the hopes that she didn't kill him for suggesting what she should do. It wasn't as if the girl took orders well, no matter who the orders came from.
The brunette began thoroughly shaking her head before the boy had even finished his sentence, the simple four words of should go home was enough for her to know she didn't agree with him. She thought their phone call would have made that message clear. "Nu-uh. I'm not going home. I can't." She insisted. Kinsey looked down at the dress she still wore, the one she still believed should be stained with her blood or even have a rip over her stomach, what she had experienced in that bathroom with Kate was too real to be something as stupid as a hallucination. She hadn't told Stiles about her experience herself, but she thought it was safe to assume Scott would have filled him in on the details. Nothing stayed a secret for long inside of their pack, at least that was what she thought until finding out about Matt tonight.
