Screams That Never End

The Girl Who Knew Too Much

Life in Beacon Hills is anything but ordinary. Or boring I guess. It's ordinary to the ordinary, but there is an entire world in this town that they couldn't even begin to believe. Actually, that's not entirely true. We have a lot of deaths here. A lot that are unexplained. So there's probably a few crazy conspiracy theorists, but I doubt any of them are nutty enough to be pointing to the werewolves. Or Kaminas or Banshees or Crazy Druid Bitches or well, any of the supernatural creatures that roam around this place. Oh, or the occasional psychotic werewolf hunting serial killer bitch.

So much has happened since Freshmen year. If you asked me three years ago where I would be today, my answer would've probably been something stupid like at the mall shopping with my best friend Allison, looking for a cute jacket to wear on my date with Jackson.

There's a few things wrong with that statement.

Jackson's in London. I haven't heard much from him since he left. All that Kamina stuff was a bit crazy. I don't think he's ever coming back...

Then there's Allison. I miss her everyday. She was the only one who really knew me. I heard her death... I knew when it was happening. I never imagined my ability as a Banshee would ever be used to forewarn the death of one of my friends. It's a bit ironic in retrospect. None of us ever thought it would be used for that, just for the deaths of other people around us.

I guess another error with what I said earlier would be that I could never picture myself being this close to Scott and Stiles. For as smart as the both of them are, they are still the biggest idiots I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. That and, well, I wouldn't know Kira and Malia. Nor would I know anything about werewolves, banshees, fox spirits, you know, the regular cast of supernatural otherworldly beings in this town.

Maybe the biggest part that's wrong is I wouldn't be in the pack I'm in. Yeah, you don't need to be a werewolf to be in the actual pack. Jeez, maybe we'll accept a Tom Cat into it next. Oh, I'm also sort of like a superhero I guess?

Sometimes I think Jennifer was right... I really am The Girl Who Knew Too Much. This life I live could get me killed like Allison. It won't though. I'm rather hopeful.

Am I supposed to sign this? Yeah, I'm not that nutty. I'm writing to myself here. I know I wrote this. I don't expect anyone else to read it, so none of that crazy signing stuff like I'm writing to my diary. I'm not that crazy... Yet.