Forever ~ Liam Dunbar [ COMPLETED ]

Memory Found

|| I Can't Stand Seeing You Like This ||

"What are we doing here?" I ask the three frantic teens as they run back and forth.

"We're remembering." Lydia says.

"In a bunker?"

"You said it yourself," Scott looks at me. "We don't remember Stiles enough to make decisions. When your dad said he saw Stiles, it was after he remembered every little detail about him. Every conversation, every time he was mad at him, everything."

"So that's what we're doing." Malia says.

"Ok, but how?"

"That" Lydia says as she points to something.

"What the hell is this?" I ask.

"We used it last year to get the hellhound to come out of Parrish when we were trying to figure out what it wanted. It lowers the body's core temp to a point where no human can come back."

"And you think you're going to be able to survive?"

"It's not the same as the ice bath they were in before the lunar eclipse, but it's enough to slow down your heart rate and put you in a trance-like state."

"Hypnosis?" Malia asks.

"Basically" Lydia replies.

"I want to understand what it was like for you." Scott says suddenly.

"What?"

"Being scared all of the time. I want to know what it felt like."

"Why?"

"So I can understand what you and Stiles go through every day."

"Why?"

"Because you were right"

"I want to rub that in our face." I smile.

"Please don't."

I sigh. "Scott, doing this is going to bring up things I don't want to relive."

"You're right. I'm sorry for asking." He turns around.

"Let me grab a chair."

"What?"

"You're going to tap into my memories."

~Flashback~

My head pops up as I hear something hit the wall.

It's Stiles.

When I walk into his room, all I can think about it the pain the he put me through not too long ago.

The feelings overwhelm me, making tears form, but I push them back for the sake of my older brother.

"St- Stiles?"

He looks at me.

"Go away." He says. "I'm a monster!"

He punches the wall again, and I flinch.

"Please stop."

His hand goes down to his side and leans up against the wall before sinking down, burying his head in his knees.

I sigh and crouch next to him, wrapping my arms around him the process.

For a brief moment, I forget about the nogitsune that used my brother's face as a mask, and think about the fact that my brother was crying, something you don't see everyday.