The Legacy: A Towns Falling

Stiles

"You don't have a brother. I'm the closest thing you've ever had to one."

No. No, I had a brother. His name is Mieczslaw Stilinski. But we call him stiles.

"No scott. I do, his name is Mieczslaw Stilinski." I repeated out loud
"We call him stiles because that name has run in our family. He is the same age as you. You two were best friends." I talked to Scott.

Everyone was looking at me strangely. But it all made sense now. Everything came into place.
"I- I used to wait for stiles by the busses. That's where we always ended up seeing each other. I met Scott through stiles. I met all of you through stiles... he's real. He's my brother!" I shouted.

My hands ran constantly through my hair as I started to pace in circles. Memories cake back but still no face. Why couldn't I just see him? Just once. I just needed to see him.
"I need to go home." I said blankly as I walked straight out of the animal clinic.
I could hear them try to talk to me, but I couldn't go back. I needed to go home. To convince my dad. He has a son.

"Wait!" I felt a hand clasp the edge of my shoulder and spin me around as I looked up and found Lydia. Her hand holding onto me tightly.
"I'll go with you."

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"Dad!!" I shouted as I ran through the door. Thankfully it wasn't late, and was still light outside.

Lydia was right behind me as we both walked into the house, and soon found dad and "mom" sitting in the living room.

"Lacey? Lydia? Are you guys okay what's going on?" Dad ushered to me and took me into his arms, looking over my body just to make sure that I wasn't bleeding and wasn't totally messed up, but he couldn't see how messed up I really was.

"Dad I'm fine. It's stiles! It's stiles my brother! I have a brother!" I shouted. The room fell into silence as the air held thick. It was almost hard the breathe. The confusion written all over my parents faces were unexplainable.

"I'm going to go use the restroom." Lydia announced and left the room to us.

"Lacey dear. What are you going on about?" Mom walked over to me and took my face into her hands.
"Are you feeling okay? Should I take you to go see Scotts mom?"

Dragging my hands up to hers, I waisted no time in pealing her clammy hands off of my face. They used to be so warm. Whenever she held my hand, or was even near me, I instantly felt warm and safe. This is just another reason on why this woman CANT be my mother. When she touches me, it's cold, and I feel scared.

I backed up from her and ran into dads arms
"Dad. Please believe me." I pleaded.
He held onto me tightly, I've needed a hug like this from him. A genuine hug. I feel like even though I've lived here for a little while since I came back, I haven't seen him at all. But I have, it's just all under "working" conditions.

"Lovey. I think that you should go get some rest."
My heart dropped as my arms did too.

He doesn't believe me.
The one person in the world that I need to trust me, and believe my word. And he doesn't.
"You don't believe me?.." I whispered loud enough for him to hear

He tilted his head to the side in a surrendering way
"Lacey. I think I would remember if we had a son. I could never forget one of my kids." He said in hushed tones
But he did. He did forget...
and so did I..

I couldn't bare to look at them. The pain it caused me to know that I'm the only one who really remembers him. I still can't see a face, but I know him. I know he's real. Now I feel just like Gwen. She's the only person to remember her sister. And no one believed her.

"Lydia?" I asked as I turned a hall to see her starting to peel off paper from the wall
"Lydia!" I whisper shout
"What are you doing!"

She doesn't pay any attention to me, she is simply focused on the wall just like any other vision she's ever had. No words or anything, just actions. Little by little, she peals it from the walls. And I watch. Why am I not stopping her?

"Lydia?! What in the world are you doing to the wall?" My mother shouts, gripping her hands onto Lydia's wrist.
The look in my "mothers" eyes was unforgettable. She looked terrified, she wasn't mad or upset in anyway. She was scared, like she was hiding something. Like she was about to die.
"I think you should leave. It's going to get dark soon and you should go and get ready for your trip with Malia and Scott." She says, letting go of Lydia's wrist

How did she know about the trip?
"Sorry." Lydia mumbles, walking out towards the front door. Just as she's about to pass me, she grabs my hand and gives me a look. I know the look. And I know she's asking me to finish her vision for her. To figure out what is wrong with the wall. And I sure as hell know that I'm going to figure it out.

I send her a nod. And she leaves.
"I don't know about her anymore. She seems troubled. Maybe it's best if you stay away from her for now."

Oh hell no. She might look like my mom, but she sure as hell isn't. She doesn't have the right to tell me who I can and can't hang out with. Especially when it comes to my friends. The people who have saved my life dozens of times.

I didn't say a word to her, I just simply walked away into my room. The rest of the night was silent. I could hear the thumping of my dads feet against the floor lead outside my door. But he never came in, I hoped that he did. But of course not. He's corrupted by whatever the hell is going on in this stupid town. And I sure as hell know one thing. It's going to end. Soon, everything will end.

But one thing was on my mind the entire night.
What the hell is behind that wall?

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So sorry! This was a super slow chapter!! I am definitely going to be speeding it up!