teen wolf imagines

I'm Not Crazy // Liam Dunbar {Part 2}

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You wiped tears from your eyes as you leaned against the door, seemingly done with your hysterics. Scott had long since stopped banging on your bedroom door, and Liam appeared to be silent too. They had either left or were being really quiet, but at this point you didn't care.
"I'm sorry," Allison whispered to you as she sat cross-legged in front of you on the wooden floor. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry I made everyone think you're crazy. I...I don't think I'm myself."
You scoffed quietly as you lightly drummed your fingers on the floor, but you weren't upset anymore. "Join the club."
"I don't think I'm supposed to be here," Allison continued softly.
Your fingers paused their drumming, leaving the room in complete silence as you looked up at Allison. You had stopped trying to figure this out a long time ago, telling yourself that there was no possible explanation. It was incredibly frustrating, but you figured you couldn't even begin to figure out how to explain Allison's appearance. Now it was occurring to you that maybe you should have.
"What do you mean?" you asked.
Allison sighed, as if what she was feeling was hard to put into words. "I...I'm not supposed to be here. I don't know how I know, but I just do. It's like I've been here for too long but...but I can't leave. There's something holding me here."
"Holding you here?" you questioned. "Like you have unfinished business?"
Allison shot you a look. "Seriously? Unfinished business? Are we on an episode of Ghost Hunters?"
"I'm just saying," you told her, lifting your hands up in surrender.
You sighed and looked away from her. "Or maybe you've got a point. Maybe that's stupid or maybe...maybe everyone's right. Maybe I am crazy."
"Hey," Allison said gently, causing you to look back up at her. "You're not crazy."
"That's not what everyone else thinks," you muttered. "My own brother doesn't even believe me and my boyfriend thinks I'm a psycho."
"Well I know they're wrong," Allison told you. "Maybe you should just talk to them. You could try and convince them that I'm real."
"How?" you wondered exasperatedly "How am I supposed to do that when they can't even see you?"
Allison frowned and placed her chin in her hands. She thought for a moment, but her eyes quickly lit up with excitement. "I know! You could tell Scott something only him and I would have known. He'd have to believe you."
"Okay, but what about the others?" you asked her.
Allison pursed her lips. "If Scott believes you, they'll believe him."
You nodded and stood up, turning around to face the door uneasily. You slowly reached for the doorknob, but then you hesitated for a moment.
"What is it?" Allison asked gently as she trailed behind you.
"It's just...I'm going to go out there after freaking out on all of them," you told her. "They already think I'm crazy, so what are they going to say when I tell them I can prove I'm not?"
"I don't know," Allison admitted. "But if they already think you're a nutjob, could it get any worse?"
"Uh, yes," you told her. "They could throw me in Eichen House!"
Allison shrugged. "Well, at least there you wouldn't be the only person who hears voices."
You huffed and reached out, but this time Allison was the one to stop you.
"Y/n," she said, causing you to pause once more. "Thanks for not turning your back on me."
You nodded and flashed her a small smile. "What are friends for?"
Allison smiled and reached out to place a hand on your shoulder, purely a sentimental gesture. She knew she couldn't actually touch you, but as her fingers landed on your arm, you both felt a wave of shock rip through you. You glanced down and saw that she was touching you, even though she had never been able to do that before.
Allison looked just as surprised as you were as she stared down at her fingers. Her brown eyes flicked up to meet yours, telling you, "I'm not supposed to be able to do that."
You frowned, looking up at her worried expression. You tilted your head as you realized that although you hadn't noticed it earlier, she had also done something else bizarre.
"Wait," you told her. "When I came into the house, you were standing there. You always leave when other people are around, but this time you didn't."
Allison blinked. "Oh my god. You're right. I always pop out when it's not just you, but I've been with you for at least an hour and I didn't even notice."
You opened your mouth to ask her if that was supposed to mean something, but you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. Your vision blurred for a second, and you were dimly aware of Allison saying your name over the nausea brewing in your stomach.
"Y/n? Y/n?" her muffled voice asked.
She quickly took her hand off your arm, and suddenly the nausea was gone. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," you mumbled as your vision cleared. "I'm fine."
Allison frowned as she looked you over, but she could tell you hadn't entirely recovered. Maybe the nausea was gone, but you were still tired and drained from something neither of you could understand.
"Let's get this over with," you told her. "And we can figure out the touching thing later."
Allison nodded as you slowly opened your bedroom door, peeking out into the hall to find it empty. You guessed Scott and Liam had gone downstairs, and you had no choice to head down too. You swallowed thickly as you took that first step onto the stairs, praying that there wouldn't be a straight jacket waiting for you when you got to the ground floor.