I bring my shaky hand up to knock.
"What do you- Anthony?" Jackson says in shock as he sees it's me.
"I'm sorry Jacks. I'm so sorry." I sobbed out.
"Anthony, what are you talking about?" He asked as he pulled me into his arms.
"I did something really bad. I had no choice Jacks. I had no choice. I'm sorry. I had no choice." I shook in his embrace.
"Anthony. What happened?" His voice began to fade.
"I had no choice. I had no choice." I kept repeating.
"Anthony? Anthony?!"
Black.
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I
couldn't move.
I couldn't speak.
And I couldn't sleep.
Jackson called over some guy named Steal or something.
Had something to do with panic attacks. What he didn't was that this wasn't some panic attack or mental breakdown.
Jackson had me sitting up in a bed and I heard him talking with someone downstairs. Then there were a pair of foot steps coming up.
The door opened slowly and in came a pale guy moles dotted over his face and a flannel. "Anthony?" I stared blankly at the wall.
"I'm Stiles. You remember me don't you?" He asked me.
"Stiles. Also known as Miecyszlaw Genim Stilinski. Son of Noah and Claudia Stilinski. Senior in Beacon Hills High School. Has lived in Beacon Hills his whole life. His sexuality i-"
"And that's enough. Thank you Anthony." He cut me off.
"Stiles?" I faced him.
"Yes?" He answered.
"Do you want to see my eyes? They're very nice." I tilted my head.
"What?" He furrowed his brows. "Why would I- shit. Yeah I'm calling Derek."
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"Hello Anthony. I'm Derek. I'm going to ask you a few questions that I need you to answer."
"Derek Steven Hale. Son of Talia and Nicholas Hale. Drop out of Beacon Hills High School. Has lived in Beacon Hills his whole life. Sexuality is p-"
"Anyway like I was saying, why are your eyes blue Anthony?" Why does everyone keep cutting me off.
"Wouldn't you know Derek? I mean you are a werewolf after all." I smiled at him.
He looked at me with a scowl on his face.
"Aww. Cheer up super pup." I nudged his shoulder.
He glared at me. I told him to cheer up.
I leaned in close and stared him straight in the eyes. "Smile."
He obeyed.
"How are you doing that?" He asked me with a frightened but he still couldn't force the smile off his face.
I chuckled in amusement before stopping eruptly. I made eye contact with him again. "Stop smiling and go back home. Don't talk to anyone until say you can."
And, once again, he obeyed.
"What did you do to Derek, Anthony?" Jackson asked me as he walked back in.
"All I hear is Anthony this. Anthony that. Anthony. Anthony. Anthony. Why can't I have a nickname. Oooh! How about A like Pretty Little Liars?!"
"Fine. What did you do to Derek, A?" Jackson sneered.
"I compelled him duh." I stared at him with a bored expression.
"But you're not a vampire." He squinted at me.
"Ahh. That's where you're wrong my beloved brother. But I am proud you've been watching The Vampire Diaries while I was away." I smirked.
He just looked at me in shock.
"Anyway, go ahead and call Scott. I know you're dying to get him here. And so am I to be completely honest." I said.
"You're still an asshole huh?" He asked as he walked over before sitting on the bed.
"I learned from the best." I grinned at him.
He threw his arms around me. "Even though you're pretty much dead, I'm glad you're finally back."
"Jackson?"
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you hate me?"
He pulled away. "I could never hate you A. I'm sure you had a good reason for leaving. I trust you. You're my little brother, and I love you." His eyes filled up with tears.
"I'm not your little brother anymore. They messed me up. They they put all these needles in me as they pumped me up with gas. I don't even know my emotions anymore." I sobbed as he held me.
"I don't care alright. So what you're a little fucked up. I am too. You're still my brother." He said.
"I love you, Jacks."
"I love you too, A."
