Something To Think About. (Teen Wolf)

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It has been three months since I "woke up" as I like to call it. Every so often I have dreams about my fake but realistic alternate life. Just memories replayed though.

But last night was different.

I dreamed about the night that I found out about "werewolves". I've dreamt about that night many times before, each time going the same way I remember it. Except for last night I didn't get in the car with Derek and the pack. I went home with Stiles and went to bed, oblivious to what I might have seen.

It was almost like the whole world my subconscious created was unraveling.

I shrugged it off and got ready for school. As I made my way downstairs I heard the doorbell ring.

"Ryder! Can you get it?!" My mom called from her bedroom.

"Sure!" I made my way to the front door and opened it up.

I saw a face that I thought I would never see outside of my dreams. I took one look and screamed bloody murder. "Ryder?! What's wrong?" My father said behind me.

"What- How- Why- What are you doing here?! Get him away from me!" I scrambled away and ran behind my father.

"Ryder, what are you talking about? I'm sorry about her, she's been acting strange lately..."

"It's quite alright. I just moved in next door with my wife." My father reached for his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Peter Livix. Glad to hear they finally sold that house."

"Nice to meet you too. The name's James, but you can call me Jim Evans."

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To make my morning even worse, my loving father invited him in. The man who haunted me in my "dream life" (ironically) was in my house. But what was weird was he said he moved in the house with his wife. But she died a few years ago from cancer. At least that's how it happened in my dream.

Maybe it was my fault that she died.

One thought that haunted me was how was he here? How did I have a man I had never met been in my dream? It made me question whether this life was the dream or not.

I looked at the clock and realized I was late for school. "Dad! Can you drive me to school?! Mom and Conrad left already and I missed the bus!" I called into the living room.

The man who raised me and the man who haunted me walked into the kitchen.

"I don't know, Ryder. I really have to get to work and it's in the other direction. Do you think you could walk?"

To my horror, Jim said the following next: "I can take her. I go right by the high school on my way to work and I should be leaving anyway." I widened my eyes and shook my head.

"Ryder! Don't be rude! I'm so sorry, Jim. You really don't mind taking her?"

"Of course not. It will be a privilege." He turned to me and smiled a horrible smile.

"I'll see you after school, Ryder. Try to be nice please." My dad walked into his room to get ready for work and left us alone.

"Well, we should get going." He escorted me to his car and opened the door for me. I slid in and put my book bag on the floor.

He pulled out and drove out of the neighborhood. "You don't have to be frightened of me, Ryder. But you actually should. I come to you with a message. Don't believe anything you see, hear, smell, taste, or feel. It's all fake. None of it is real. This is the dream Ryder. Some one is feeding this life to you. But you're strong. I'm not even real. I'm only able to say this because your subconscious told me to. You are fighting but you need to wake up, Ryder."

"If I was trying to tell myself that this was a dream, why would I have you tell me?"

"Because I frighten you. You're strong, fear should defeat you but it doesn't. It helps you, makes you stronger. You need to wake up, Ryder."

"How do I know you're not just messing with me?" I said quietly.

"If you don't believe me yet, look around you. Everything around you looks real but not real enough. Notice the flaws in the picture." I looked out the window of the car. At first I couldn't see anything wrong. Then ever so slightly I began to see it.

The American flag hanging in a yard didn't have a blue rectangle with white stars and red and white stripes, but a red rectangle and blue and white stripes.

The sky was too blue. Not a cloud in sight. And now that I thought about it, the entire time since I "woke up" I had even seen a drop of rain, much less a cloud.

I looked down at my finger nails and realized that my nail paint hadn't chipped. I painted them almost a month ago and there wasn't a single flaw. It was a flaw without a flaw.

"Oh my god." I quietly whispered to myself.

"I told you. Now you have to try really hard Ryder. Wake up." He said forcfully.

I suddenly felt my eyes getting heavy and slumped down in the seat, letting my eyelids fall closed.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!

-EG