Lost Inside (Teen Wolf Season 3a)

9: Dark Moon

I wake up with his arm draped over my waist. I slightly smile, but it falters as soon as it came. Derek had done the same. I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath composing myself. I have to stay strong for Neveah. I feel myself moving, then my face is only inches from his.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing, I-I'm fine. Really." I reply.

"You don't have to lie, TJ." Scott says shaking his head a little, a small laugh slipping his lips.

"Scott, really, I am." I state sitting up. He follows and stares into my eyes.

"It's okay to feel sad. It's okay to grieve and mourn. Out of anyone, you need it most. Your parents, Jackson, Erica, now Boyd. It's okay to not be robot. You've lost a lot, it's okay to break down and cry."

"We have more important matters at hand, Scott." I say straightening my form.

"Take a break, you need it."

"I'll take a break the day that the supernatural doesn't exist and I'm not a magical creature that takes power from others. So until then, you can't stop me."

"I'll talk Stiles's dad into letting stay in your house for the school day."

"Fine, but I have to enroll Neveah in school."

"You aren't eighteen yet."

"I'm still counted as legal guardian, it falls to the oldest next of kin."

"Why don't you have a legal guardian?"

"It was Derek, but he kicked us out for our safety. He's my guardian, but not hers."

***Teen Wolf Credits***

I swipe hair out of my face and open the door. My black socks glide against the carpet. I open the closet and sadly smile. I pick up the box and set it on the bed. I take off the top and go through the pictures inside. Tears swell in my eyes when I come across an old picture. Mascara running down my face from tears and a cut down the side of my face. I put it back in the box and force all of the tears back. I walk down stairs and sit down on the couch pulling my knees to my chest. The tears force their way back into my eyes and I don't stop them from falling.

"Smile for the camera sweetheart." Dad says holding up the camera.

"What girl doesn't like her picture taken?" Mom scoffs.

"Smile Tabitha."

"Smile dammit!"

More tears slide down my face. These people are sick.

"Come on sweetheart. Just one picture."

I bite my lip and sigh, looking at the TV.

Popcorn flies up into the air as Susan pulls back the string on her bow. Erica puts another piece of popcorn into her mouth as Vernon grabs another hand full. Isaac pops a piece into my mouth and I mentally count down with the movie before the arrows are released.