~Previously known as I Wanna Be Yours~
Being a teenager, for an adult means to be a narcissist, depressive, and hormone-high human being.
For a teenager, it means living a stage of full emotional rollercoaster and pressure to be cool and be prepared...
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"I don't know, it's like- it's like this force runs through me and then I'm not me. I'm mean, it's me but there's something else. I've never felt like this before. It started when-" I frowned. "It started after winter formal when..."
"When Peter bit you"
"Yeah," I nodded aimlessly. "And then I started having these blackouts like- I was okay, then when I came back on myself, I was somewhere else without a bit of information as to how I ended up there. And I don't know what I do in between my consciousness, but I'm afraid it isn't good."
"Like the night of Lydia's birthday"
"And then after 'study group' at Scott's house and the police station. I don't have any clue what I did," I sighed, running my hands over my face. "What if I'm doing something bad"
"You're not," I glanced at him, "I saw you at Lydia's party, and I saw you at the police station. You weren't doing anything bad. In fact, you were helping us,"
"Really?"
Stiles nodded his head softly, "Yeah,"
I breathed in, nodding as I let the information sink in. So I was doing something good... I'm relieved I wasn't off killing people like Norman Bates.
"What are you thinking?" he asked when he saw the little smile on my lips.
I shook my head, "Nothing, I just-" I shook my head looking at his curious eyes, "Just a random thought"
"Shoot"
I stared at him, he actually looked interested in what I was thinking, I could see it in his eyes. I bit my lip softly, an embarrassed chuckle escaping for even thinking such thing in a moment like this. "I was just thinking how relieved I am that I'm not some Norman Bates, going around killing people without a memory about it,"
The snort he made, made me look at him with a smile. And then, before I knew it, we started laughing. Not a full on laugh, when your cheeks or stomach hurt, nor one where all your teeth showed. No, it was a laugh that came out from the humor in a thought in such situation, it was soft but still lifted my spirits.
When silence reigned once more, I sighed softly. "I just want to figure out what I am," I said suddenly, my heart clenching at the doubt clouding my mind. "I don't know, I just feel like I lost part of myself," I glanced at him, "Like I don't know myself"
"I'm going to help you figure out,"
"I don't want to b-"
He cut me off, "I want to,"
I looked at him, my eyes probably showing my gratefulness to him as I barely nodded.
"Thank you"
...
"Okay, so... I found this in her room, but it's all in Greek? Or something like it," I said giving Stiles the books I found in grandma's room.
