Keeper (Teen Wolf/The Archived/Isaac Lahey) WATTYS 2017

Chapter 27 - 'I'm patient enough...'

I hate grey floors. Don't you?

They're just so flat and square.

And they look dirty.

That doesn't even make any sense.

My assessment was about to start and I've only had one other assessment before and they weren't the most gentle of things.

And as usual, I was about to lose my mind from what they had in store.

The test was a mental exam. So basically it was all in your head.

Like a dream. You know it's a dream but you still can't control it. Everything is fuzzy and the worst part is when they wake you up.
You feel like you're falling.

"Ms. Graham." The voice of the devil and probably the female version of Harris stepped through the exam door.

Regina hated my guts.

I was basically the Stiles to her Harris.

"Hey you!" I waved awkwardly and she frowned at my informality.

"This way."

She led me through the door and the inside was all white except for a lone machine in the middle of the room that resembled a chair.

It looked like the chair in a dental clinic where the dentist does stuff with your teeth.

Just how I remembered it.

"Are you ready?" Regina held up a needle and I flinched before sitting on the chair.

Laying back, I gritted my teeth. "Just make it quick."

"If you have somewhere soothing and calming, I suggest you go there... in your head."

She inserted it in my arm and I was overwhelmed by the sudden throbbing in my head. I closed my eyes.

Soothing, huh?

The first thing that came to mind was the day before. With Isaac.

I felt myself heat up just at the thought. But it was working.

The pain disappeared and I opened my eyes.

I was no longer in the assessment room.

I was in the Narrows.

Okay... This isn't so bad.

Probably just a test on how I return histories.

A mist appeared before me and it was taking form. Human form.

I sighed.

This was going to be easy.

"Hello, Alice."

I froze at the sound of a familiar voice.

That voice.

The voice of the woman who taught me everything I knew. The woman who was more of a mother to me than my own mother.

"Auntie?"

Dark brown locks.

Ivory skin.

Green eyes.

When I was younger, I used to wonder. Why did my dad and my aunt never looked alike and why did my mom always look at my aunt like she was an animal invading her territory.

I never figured it out until my dad told me they weren't actually related. They were always so close.

But as I grew up, I became more cautious of my aunt. I thought that she and my father were having an affair. That was until I realized that her husband was actually my dad's best friend.