Dreams to Reality | Stiles Stilinski

And Their Home Came Tumbling Down

Jasmine was walking through the front door of her home. 

The place she called home no longer feeling familiar. Something about the home felt off. After everything, it felt as if she had moved away years ago. It felt as if she was visiting a childhood home that she hadn't stepped foot in for decades. The memories were still there, but they felt far off and distant, the environment and usual warmth that the home normally filled her with, was a feeling that seemed to be just out of reach.

She had stayed in the hospital overnight for observation. She was discharged today and her parents had just brought her home. 

Although this should have been a happy time for the family, their daughter was home and faced minimal injuries, her parents were acting distant and strange. They barely spoke a word to Jasmine, nor each other, as they signed her discharge forms and drove her to the house. The only conversation the older Nichols seemed to be having was through their eyes as they continued to send each other looks of uncertainty. And when they told Jasmine to take a seat in the living room, almost as soon as the trio entered the residency, she couldn't shake the anxiety that followed. 

The air was thick and tense as Jasmine sat in the loveseat facing the couch her parents were sat at. The three of them sat in tangible silence as her parents just stared at her. Jasmine too anxious to speak, sat in silence with them, unable to meet their intense stares. The two adults sent each other one last look before her mother began.

"Have you heard from Allison recently?" her mother asked.

Jasmine shook her head no. 

"Well, I don't know how to say this gently, but her mother died" her mother continued, speaking as if explaining a complicated concept to a toddler. 

Jasmine felt her body reel back in shock. She hadn't known that Allison's mother had passed, Allison hadn't mentioned it. That explains why the girl had been so MIA recently, not answering texts or calls from anyone in the friend group. Jasmine's heart broke for the girl, she couldn't imagine how it felt to loose your mother and she prayed she wouldn't have to find out anytime soon. 

She also felt guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders. As Allison's friend, she should've known that something was seriously wrong when the girl's presence suddenly faded into the background. Even if Allison wasn't responding to her texts, she should've done more to force her way in. She just got so wrapped up in the world of the supernatural, that she was neglecting her friend in their time of need. Even if it was Allison's choice, Jasmine knew what it felt like for your friends to be too focused on their own issues and ignore yours. Just not too long ago, Jasmine was mad at the group for the same reason. 

Her mouth gapped open for a few seconds, unable to form comprehensible thoughts. Still processing the information, she asked the first question that came to her mind.

"What happened?" she asked, immediately regretting it. 

She was still terrified of learning about her parent's involvement in the supernatural. Terrified that if she were to find out, the stability the family had built within their four walls would come crumbling down and change how she viewed her family forever. Not just that, but her whole life up until this point. She couldn't shake the feeling that her parent's have always known about the creatures that roam the night. And that could possibly mean that everything Jasmine thought she knew about her family and her childhood, was a lie. She was worried that the answer to her question would turn into her parents finally telling her the truth. And this truth was something Jasmine wasn't sure if she was ready to hear. Ignorance is bliss after all. 

Her mother and father shared another uncertain look before Jasmine watched their faces harden. 

"She was bit by an alpha. A werewolf." her father spoke.