Notes:
Yo yo!
I'm back; I have all but recovered. I just have trouble eating. But I lost 25 pounds in 3 weeks which is amazing. I have never lost that much weight before, so it's cool. I am worried because I know I'm not eating enough. I ate practically nothing two days this week, and I feel like I'm fucking up, but it hurts, so I am trying.
Anyway, the little menace that is Loki is so annoying. It bites the shit out of me and chews up my things. I'm not happy with the little dog. But my mom is in love, so there is not much I can do.EDIT: PLEASE REREAD THIS CHAPTER....I REWROTE IT CAUSE EGH IT WAS SO BAD BEFORE. Im working on the next one, but not tonight. Probably sometime tomorrow! THANKS!
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Stiles POV:
Once I wake up, I look around the room once again. It's still full of old-timey stuff, but I sit at the desk and look at the computer. I focus on the screen of Damon and my dad. I hesitantly pick up a post-it note and write: We are escaping in tiny letters. I place it on the screen, but nothing happens.
I sit back and stare at the post-it note, and then I get the feeling to do something. I push my finger to the note and press hard, and it feels like I'm pushing against a rubber wall, and with enough force, it pops through.
And for the first time, a note goes through another monitor, other than the one that showed Peter.
It sticks itself to Damon's back, funnily enough.
They don't notice it at first. It takes 5 minutes before my dad pulls it off his back and freaks out as he recognizes my handwriting. And they spend time looking for me but realize I'm not there quickly enough. I tried sending another note, but it seemed harder to send messages in the wild Hunt rather than to the outside, maybe because the wild Hunt had more influence here.
I sit back and tap the desk.
Now what?
Now that I can somewhat pass notes around, how do I get myself and everyone from Beacon Hills back? Hmm. Since I know that I can make a connection with the outside world and the ghost riders do go back and forth between this space and the real world, I know that there is a passage, and I just need to figure out how to open that passage from the outside.
Just how the hell am I supposed to figure that out?
A week later...
Peter POV:
After the phone call with the girl, Haley, on my phone, I started to pack up the apartment. There wasn't much that needed to be done because, as I have noticed, a lot of the stuff in the apartment is still tucked away in boxes from when I moved into it. It's like I knew I was never going to stay long enough, but I don't know why I knew that because I don't remember anything.
My memory is a weird thing at the moment. It's like I have a memory of moving here, and I have memories of Mystic Falls and Beacon Hills, but there are just foggy bits that seem to not make sense. Like why I would involve myself in the ritual for Klaus or why I was so angry with Damon. Even the memory of when I escaped Eichen's house. I can't remember it very well. And it's only particular memories that are foggy. Not all of my memory.
It's weird.
And in my head, I know it's because I'm forgetting someone.
Someone who was there during all those times, but it's so weird that I can't even fathom what this person looks like or what they sound like. I couldn't even guess their age or the color of their hair. Even looking through their clothes when I was packing up the boxes, it didn't seem familiar in any way. It's like something just cut this person out of my mind.
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