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Stiles POV:
It has been 8 weeks since Y/n has died. I haven't given up on finding her. I keep thinking I see her, when I'm at the reserve at night, when I go to visit where we put her empty grave.

The locker that she used to use that has pictures of her playing lacrosse and notes to her saying how "they'll miss you" and "we're sorry that you felt this way" referring to the fact that Derek had to say she killed herself to cover up the fact that it was a supernatural murder.

It hurts me to see how many people think that Y/n was actually suicidal. She was the happiest and kindest person to everyone that didn't know about the supernatural. Scott and Allison and I are still struggling with the after math of the sacrifices.

Yesterday the new girl almost got attacked by Malia the werecoyote, Scott and I saved her just in time

A new girl has showed up at our school, her name is Kira. Scott really likes her which is good because Allison is in a relationship now.

Her and Lydia are really happy, I think they are really great for each other.

Y/n would've loved to see them together, she would've loved to see them happy.

I walk into my history class and sit next to Scott, we are learning about WWII, specifically the Japanese internment camps.

"How about you, Mr. Stilinski" Mr. Yukimura asks.

"What?" I ask, because I had zoned out and missed what we were talking about.

"Come on up and read paragraph A for me, please" Mr. Yukimura replies. Scott looks at me with big eyes. I hesitantly get up and walk to the podium with the book on it, that's facing the class. I look down at the book, the words scrambling and changing.

My hands clench the podium as I try to focus on the words. Scott must've noticed my state. He comes over and says something to Mr. Yukimura and walks me out the class.

We rush to the locker room and I fall against the back wall. It feels like I'm having a panic attack, my chest hurts, my breath short and my vision some what blurry.

"Stiles! What do you normally do when this happens?" Scott asks me

"I- I count my fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams" I breath out.

"So, count with me, Stiles count with me" Scott says back. I look back at him tears in my eyes.

"One" he says pointing at one of his fingers.

"Say it Stiles, one" he repeats

"One" I say back

"Two" Scott says

"Two" I repeat. He keeps pointing to his fingers but stops counting. Once I see he only has 10 fingers, my heart rate starts to slow down. The tears fade, and my hands are no longer blurry. We sit in the locker room for a bit longer, Scott letting me vent about what this thing called "Bardo" has done to me. After awhile, he starts talking about what it's done to him. Really emphasizing that it makes him worried to transition because he's afraid he might hurt someone.

Allison earlier had mentioned that she is getting vivid hallucinations of her dead aunt. Kira briefly mentioned how if we don't get better we'll die.

Like I always say, a silver lining is a silver lining; if I die, I get to be with Y/n. It the little things that keep from giving up though, like how Scott gets all red when he hears Kira talking to her father about her, and how Lydia draws little arrows through her name when she writes it.

Without Y/n, life has been a drag. I mean sure, I lived 15 years without her, but as soon as I saw her I knew I wouldn't be able to live without her.

The bell rings for the end of school, I get in my Jeep and drive home. I walk into my home after parking my car, check the calendar for my lacrosse practice time. I glance at the date, October 29. I'm pumped, tomorrow is mischief night and coincidentally coaches birthday.

My eyes check for the time when practice starts, 6:30pm. I start walking past the calendar up to my room to start, my eyes track a few words before I get to far.

'Y/n's birthday' penciled gently in the October 31st box. How lucky is she to have been born on Halloween? Like who doesn't want some free candy and presents on the same day?!

I pause for a moment, making a mental note to stop at her grave to decorate and leave some candy. She loved when I used to give her gifts, so maybe this can help lead to where she is hiding, because they're is no way she died, take Derek for example; he was alive the entire time, and Peter; he was literally brought back to life.

No time to dwell, I have 2 hours and 30 minutes until practice and I still need to get the materials for mischief night, and do my homework as well as eat and get ready for practice.

I run up the stairs to my room and open the door dropping my bag. I walk over to my closet grabbing some athletic clothes for practice, it's not a game so we don't have to wear our whole uniform.

I shove all the clothes into a duffel bag that has my lacrosse stick attached to the outside, I go back into the closet grabbing a few different screw drivers, a huge metal chain and some other supplies that will help creat chaos and strife.

I throw all of that back into my bag and send a quick text to Scott.

Scotty Boy

I know, I know. I'll be there at midnight don't worry

Don't be late
   Read 12:17pm

4:00pm today

Hey Scott, are you going to be at practice today?

I won't be able to make it tonight, sorry Stiles

It's fine, but you better be there at midnight

I will, don't worry

I shut my phone off and grab the bag off the floor sighing as I head to the kitchen. I check the fridge, not many options but I can make due for now.

I grab the pen attached to the to do list that's magnetized to the fridge. I rushed out the words "go grocery shopping" before opening the fridge again and grabbing a few eggs and the milk.

I walk over to the stove that conveniently has a pan on top of it, I crack open the eggs and cook them. While they cook, I grab a plate and a cup. I check the eggs and they seem done enough, I dump them onto the plate and quickly pour myself a glass of milk.

I eat and drink quickly before rushing back upstairs to do homework. I study for about an hour before grabbing my things and getting in my Jeep, I decided it would be smartest to go early so no one would see me and my bag of very sketchy items.

I park in the school lot before running to the locker room and opening my locker, I drop the mischief night supplies in the bottom of the locker and putting the rest of the stuff up higher. I grab my stick and run onto the field, I have 10 minutes to kill so why not practice?

I hope you enjoyed! So glad I've decided to make the sequel, I plan to write as much as I can this summer, once again I hope you enjoyed and remember
Hale_Hydra
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