Fairy Tales Exist (Teen Wolf)

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I lock myself in my room creating a mountain ash barrier against the windows and doors. I didn't let Isaac in. I didn't let Scott, Stiles, Mama McCall, anyone to come in. I felt like I needed time by myself. I needed everything to settle down. That I needed to calm my mind. To think everything through before I do something stupid, before I do something I would regret. My mind kept going back to the suicidal me trying to jump off of the roof of the hotel. I still haven't shaken that from my head. Now, Ms. Blake was sleeping with Derek. Isaac was getting closer to Allison. Yes, I found out. He told me he's been spending a little time with her and not like that but something was happening. I told him I need time to think. Needed time to think about everything. Because I can't think anymore. I felt like my head is going to explode. It seems like Lydia is doing more than any of us combined. She's finding dead bodies left and right. I just, I don't know what to do anymore.

I skip school. Being that I couldn't look at Ms. Blake. I couldn't see Isaac he was keeping a watch on Allison because Scott asked him too. Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Cora are trying to figure out the next murder because according to Stiles he sent me a text message at 3 o'clock this morning he found a deputy that was on the front sign of the school. Our history teacher is missing. I've gotten a lot of missed phone calls from Scott, Isaac, Mama McCall and Stiles. Saying that I need to come out of my room. That they could use my help. Help? What help am I? I can barely think on my own.

I know for a fact Isaac sent me a text message warning me that the darach might be coming after me next. The Darach was going after Healers, virgins, philosophers, warriors and Guardians. I could care less. Grand and I can take care of ourselves. She was out of town anyway. Nothing could come after me and kill me. Now that I think of it now, suicidal me sounds a lot like me now. I could climb up my bedroom window and jump out but I didn't think it'd be the best way to go out. I could take some pills from the bathroom cabinet and overdose. I could stab myself multiple times with the kitchen knives downstairs that Mama McCall sharpened the other night. I could use my abilities choking myself with the curtains. Drown myself in the tub. Anything could work at this point. I just wanted all my pain to stop. Because all I felt, was heartache.

My phone was going off every few seconds from a phone calls. I finally got the urge to just throw my phone at the wall but instead I answered it.

"What?" I snapped.

"Well, sorry. I need your help." Stiles says.

"What is it?" I roll my eyes as I get out of bed.

"Come to my house. Go straight to my room. See you there." He hangs up. I sighed not wanting to get out of my bed. I got dressed and walk my way to Stiles this house. Finally got his house going straight to his room and see Cora sitting on his bed as Stiles paces the room.

"Alright, Im here. What is it?" I close the door.

"Glad to see you are alive. We need to tell my dad." Stiles says as he hugs me.

"Tell him,. tell him or make something up?" I asked as he pulls away.

"We are telling him everything." He says.

"Everything?" My eyes go wide.

"Yes. Everything." Cora says as she winces in pain. I walk over to her.

"What happened to you?" I look at her.

"Aidan got to her. More like she went after Aidan. She hasn't healed."

"It's going to take her some time since it was the injury from alpha. How are you feeling?" I sit down next to her.

"I'm fine. Honestly. Right now we need to worry about your dad coming up." She looks at Stiles. Stiles paces the room again. The sheriff walks into the room looking at the three of us.

"Well?" He asked.

'Okay, okay, okay, okay. Yes, okay. No, oh." Stiles paces again.

"Stiles?" The sheriff looks at him.

"Dad, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just... I'm trying to... I'm just trying to figure out how to start here." Stiles thinks.

"Hey, I don't have this kind of time."

"Um, for the last year, you've had all these cases that you couldn't figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent, and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him, and all these murders right now. It's like... it's like you've been playing a losing game."

"Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son." Sheriff says.

"I know. Okay, see, but that's... that's just it, dad. The... the reason that you're losing the game is 'cause you've never been able to see the whole board. I need to show you the whole board." Stiles says as he grabs the chess board and opens it. Stiles takes post it stickys and writes on them. He places them on the chest pieces. I look at what he's doing noticing that he's got our names placed on them. I can see that I'm queen with an lime green sticky.

"Aww, Im Queen." I smiled.

"Because you are a guardian."

"A what?" The sheriff asked. Stiles opens his mouth to speak but I answered for him.

"I'm a guardian. I have abilities that can do things within the mind. I have telekinesis, force fields, retrieving memories and thoughts from people's minds. My grand was telepathy. Bella wasn't. But her children were going to be. That's why she died. People out there in this world don't want us alive. Because of what we could do." I tell him. The sheriff shakes his head not wanting to believe.

"Scott and Derek are werewolves?" Sheriff asked as he looks at the chess. Purple sticky notes for werewolf Hunters. Yellow sticky note was Jackson who was kanima. Pink for werewolves. Blue with Druid for Deaton and lime green was for me Guardian.

"Yes." Stiles nods his head.

"And Kate Argent was a werewolf?" Sheriff I asked.

"Hunter. That's... purple's hunter." Stiles holds up Kate's piece.

"Along with Allison and her father." Cora says.

"Yeah, and... and my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?" Sheriff asked.

"Well, no, no, no, no, no. He's a druid, okay? Well, we think." Stiles says.

"So who's the Kanima?" Sheriff asked.

"Jackson." Stiles blurts out.

"No, Jackson's a werewolf." Sheriff says. I like how he's trying to argue with us. As if he knows what's going on.

"Jackson was the Kanima first, and then Peter and Derek killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf. Now, he's in London." Stiles corrects him.

"Who's the Darack?" Sheriff asked. I cringe at the name.

"It's da-rock." Stiles pronounced.

"We don't know yet." Cora, Stiles and I say.

"But he was killed by werewolves?"

"Slashed up and left for dead." Stiles nods his head.

"We think." Cora says.

"We think." Stiles repeats.

"Yeah. Why was Jackson the Kanima?" The sheriff sighs.

"Cause sometimes, the shape that you take reflects the person that you are." Stiles answers him.

"And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second father take?" The sheriff asked.

"Uh, that would be more of an expression like the one you're currently wearing." Stiles looks down.

"Yeah." The sheriff stands up heading out the door.

"Dad... Dad, would you... I can prove it, okay? Look, she's one of them. A werewolf." Stiles points at Cora.

"Stiles, Stiles! That's enough." The sheriff shouts.

"Dad, can you please just hold on? You ready? All right, dad, just watch this, okay?" Cora stands up and soon hits the ground. I catch her with my abilities and then set her down. The sheriff looks at me uneasily then looks at Stiles.

"Call an ambulance."