Teen Wolf Season 6

Chapter Two: Superposition

Luka's POV

I sit cross-legged on my bed, looking curiously at an old photograph, of me and Dad. What's strange is, it looks like there should be someone between us. I look like I'm leaning against something, or someone, only, there's nothing there, just a space. Odd. I set the photograph on my nightstand, and walk over to my desk, where I have more pictures. I pick one up that's of Scott. The thing is, I don't remember why I wanted to take a picture of him. Sure, I care about him and all, but still. I don't remember a lot of stuff. It's almost like... something's missing. I feel like there's someone missing in my life, but I can't remember who it is. I glance curiously at a picture of the pack. It looks like there's should be someone next to Scott, but the spot next to him is empty.

That's another thing. The pack. I don't remember how or why I got involved with a bunch of teenagers. I don't remember why I'm friends with them in the first place, and I don't remember how I found out about the supernatural, or why I would want to be apart of it. And I don't remember how I could be so close to Scott. I remember baby-sitting him, sure. I baby-sat him when his mom had to work late. But that doesn't really explain anything.

There's a bunch of holes in my memories that I can't seem to fill, and I don't know why. It's like half of my childhood just disappeared without a trace. I don't remember who helped me through my depression after the whole Jesse thing. Someone had to have helped me, I do know that. It wasn't my dad, and it wasn't Scott. I didn't pull through by myself. What am I missing here? What don't I remember? Who don't I remember?

Something's off, I can feel it. I can't explain the what, or the how. I just know that there's definitely something off. I have a feeling, a very bad feeling. I can't explain it, but it's there, and I don't like it, not one bit. I'm startled out of my thoughts by a knock on my door. I look up in surprise at Jesse.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey." I say, relaxing. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry." He says, smiling sheepishly at me. I shake my head. "So what's up?"

"Do you feel like there's something missing?" I ask. He blinks.

"What do you mean?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

"I mean, do you feel like there's holes in your memories? Like, you can't remember how or why you did something?" I ask. He shrugs.

"I don't know. Why? What's going on, man?" He asks. I sigh, and sit back down on my bed.

"I don't know. I just feel off." I say. "I can't explain it, but I don't like this feeling."

"You mentioned something about holes in your memories? Care to explain that?" Jesse asks. I blink.

"Well, for example, back when I was dating Elena." I say, sitting cross-legged again. Jesse sighs and sits down on the edge of my bed. "I had a fight with someone about you. That someone tried to warn me about her and you, but I didn't listen." Jesse blinks.

"Scott maybe?" He asks. I shake my head.

"No, not Scott." I say. "Although Scott was there." Jesse frowns. "Yeah, exactly."

"Well, maybe it was..." Jesse starts, but his frown deepens. "...yeah, I've got nothin'." I pick up the picture of me and my dad.

"And look, look at this." I say, handing it to him. "Look at how I'm posed. Shouldn't there be someone else there next to me?" Jesse blinks.

"Weird." He says, taking the picture from me. "So there's someone missing. But who?"

"I don't know." I say, shaking my head.