Dear Rabbit

Chapter 19

Working at the Sheriff's station had been...easier than I thought it would be. I sat at the desk, got people Deputies or the Sheriff if they needed to speak to them, brought Mr Stilinski coffee (with less sugar than I would like) and answered the phone among a few other things. It was really a nice simple desk job that paid reasonably well and had me spending more time with Stiles' dad, who was a lovely man to work with and spend any form of time with.

It was odd wearing formal attire though, by which I mean I actually had to wear a blouse and Allison forced me into a formal skirt and shoes that were definitely not my converse. I'd had them stuffed in my locker to make it easier for me to get changed right after school without having to make the journey home. I suppose you have to look the part when you go to work, and ridiculous outfits were a small price to pay to actually earn some money for once. I would definitely have the money to buy people's birthday presents now and hopefully one day to buy a new car that isn't about to collapse into a heap of junk.

I had been doodling a picture on a post it note, when the Sheriff walked into the front of the Station from his office. He looked tired, which was definitely not helped by all the recent issues...I was tired myself and I wasn't even the one investigating attacks and deaths..."You can go home now if you want, Kiddo, your shift is over...I know you want to check on your sister." Dori was living out of the Clothes she'd worn when her and Lydia were attacked, she hadn't come home once. I figured she'd maybe want some new clothes and I wanted to make sure she was okay. Although I had a feeling she was coping better with the whole thing than I was, Dori was strong like that.

"Thanks, Sheriff..." I pulled the post it note from its pad and shoved it in my bag, before standing. I felt like I might collapse and just take a nap on the floor, but I knew that I needed to visit Dori and Lydia and make sure they were okay so that my mind could rest easy. For all I knew Dori could have finally gone into a state of Shock hours after I left her or she could be totally fine and trying to help Lydia. I was hoping it was the latter rather than the former.

"How're you holding up?"

I smiled sadly up at the Sheriff. I'd been so out of whack lately that I hadn't even had time to cook for him and Stiles like I usually did. The worry was perfectly justifiable and I had no doubt Stiles had probably gone home last night and talked to his dad about it. They were both far too worried for me and I felt horrible for making them worry, but then I couldn't help it if something decided to attack my sister or if I keep seeing things in the dark. It was...worrying, to say the least. "I'm okay, scared...but I'm okay. It could always be worse!"

"You're always looking on the bright side, aren't you?" I liked to think I was consistently cheerful, I didn't want to think about what I'd be like if I was constantly pessimistic. It was just nicer to smile all the time, it felt too bad being grumpy and negative. So why do it? I'd rather smile and give people something to be hopeful about...or at least I tried. It's been harder lately, but I've been doing my best.

"I try. It helps, especially when stuff starts going wrong...goodbye, Sheriff" I swung my backpack over my shoulder, keys rattling in my hand as I moved. It was about time that I got home and sorted out some things for Dori and then maybe I'd have enough time later to do that work Harris had set. Although that was slowly becoming the least of my problems...

"Bye, Kiddo." I waved at the Sheriff one last time before making my way out into the cold. October had been surprisingly chilly so far and I wasn't looking forward to finding out what December was like...I had a feeling it might just kill me, if a mountain lion didn't first. I was still sceptical about the whole 'it's a mountain lion' theory. I wasn't sure who or what was killing/attacking people, but I had a feeling that it wasn't anything as simple as a mountain lion. It couldn't be...I'd seen those scratches on that bus door; massive, destructive, violent...nothing seemed to add up and I wasn't sure if I was just being paranoid or if there was some truth to what was buzzing about in my brain.