Heal You (Part II)

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Emma burst into her house, slamming the door shut behind her. Her chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Emma?" her uncle asked, Sam and Dean looking up from the table. "You okay, sweetheart?" 

Emma shook her head, running up the stairs before charging down the hallway and into her room. She pressed her back against the door, sliding down to the floor where she buried her face in her hands, sobbing as she suddenly doubted everything. 

The feeling from this morning had returned, but it was worse. It was so much worse. Her head ached, Stiles' words haunting her. How did he know that about her? How could he actually say that all that happened? That she knew all of them before? She would remember, wouldn't she?

"What the hell do you mean you need to see her alone?" her uncle asked outside her door, Emma sniffling as she listened. 

"I just mean that I think I know what she's going through. I need to talk to her" Dean spoke, Emma's eyes going wide. They had talked about remembering too, Stiles even mentioning them by name. It was all too much of a coincidence. Her stomach ached with uneasiness, confusion running ramped. 

"I want them to leave!" Emma shouted through the door, the hallway going silent. "Just for tonight, I want Sam and Dean to go" she demanded, a tired sigh escaping them. 

"Emma-"

"Leave! Please, Sam" Emma cried, a wave of shock hitting her as she had recognized his voice with ease. "I don't know what's happening to me" she whispered, closing her eyes as she felt like she was loosing her mind. 

"You heard her" Uncle Brian said, Emma crawling to her bed where she face planted into her pillow. "Emma, sweetheart?" he opened the door, stepping in. Emma just let out another sob, her uncle sighing as he sat down next to her. "What's going on?" he asked, placing a hand on her back. 

"I don't know" she sobbed, sitting up as she pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, shushing her as she cried. "I feel like-like I'm loosing my mind" she breathed, her eyes closing as more tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, watching with worried eyes. 

"I-I feeling like I'm missing things. Huge pieces of memory. Like, I recognize people, and feel like I know them, but I can't remember them. Like Sam and Dean, I recognize them and it's obvious they recognize me" Emma sniffled, sitting up as she wiped her cheeks. 

"But they could've just run into you on the street-"

"But there's more. There was this boy, at the party. He was kind, and I liked him a lot. It was like I knew I liked him the first time I saw him. I felt completely comfortable with him, no anxiety or anything! And then suddenly, he said he knew me. He said he loved me and he started telling me all this stuff about myself. Stiles was drunk but-"

"Stiles?" he asked, Emma nodding slowly. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his eyes suddenly going wide. "Stiles Stilinski. You're boyfriend?" 

"What?" Emma cried, jumping to her feet. She backed up until she hit her dresser, staring down at her uncle in shock. "You remember now too?" 

"I think-yes. Oh my god, I remember now. I remember it all" he breathed, looking up at her. "You had powers. You used them to save me from being killed by a werewolf. But eventually I was killed, by the kanima" he repeated, recalling all the memories. 

"No" Emma whispered, shaking her head. "Y-you're telling me these past few years have been a lie? You're telling me that I've been some supernatural creature who has a pack that's been battling evil?" she breathed, considering the possibility that this was all a dream.