Oh How Time Changes Things (being rewritten!)

Prologue I

It was over. The Nogitsune was gone, I was me again. I didn't think it was possible to feel relieved yet so anxious at the same time. I was laying in a hospital bed yet again. But I still couldn't help but feel nervous. Me and the rest of the pack hadn't figured out Allison's condition yet. I couldn't help but feel responsible for this whole thing, it was because of my weakness that this happened. Because if I had been stronger and fought the Nogitsune, then nobody would have gotten hurt. Ethan wouldn't be worrying about Aiden's condition and Scott wouldn't be worrying about Allison. I don't know if this guilt will ever fade.

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It was okay, everything was okay. That was the mantra that I had been repeating in my head for the last six days. And it should have been fine, both Allison and Aiden were fine. But I still felt off somehow. Everytime I look in the mirror I flinch at the sight of my reflection. So I've stopped looking in mirrors. Everytime I fall asleep, nightmares plague my unconscious mind, so I've stopped sleeping. And today I was told I'm starting therapy. Great, I get to be accessed by an adult who doesn't know half of what's really going on in the goddamn world. And not only that, but I'm going to group therapy. So I also get to be judged by random people I don't know. Well I won't know most of them. I will know one person, Allison. It turns out that getting impaled by a demon ninja and almost dying doesn't you with the best mental health.

It's also really lovely that I'm starting therapy today. It's being held at a facility called WICKED. Not the most assuring of names but hey, I'm the one who names is literally Mieczyłslaw. There are apparently multiple groups, but I'm joining Group A. Real creative I know. But not wanting to disappoint my dad I rolled out of my bed and started getting ready for the day. And after sluggishly making my way through my room and bathroom I went downstairs, grabbed my keys and left. Once I got into my car I realized that I didn't grab breakfast. So I ran back inside grabbed a granola bar, ran back to my car and nearly slammed my face into the steering wheel. God, it was going to be a long day.

I pulled up to the facility and got out my car then I looked up at it's daunting big, glass doors. "I am not ready for this." I muttered as I went inside. But when I went inside I was met by a woman, in her late thirties, maybe, with a big smile plastered on her face. So she was about as happy to be here as I was.

"May I help you?" She asked.

"Um, yes actually. You can. I'm looking for the room where Group A meets." I said trying to not sound bored out of my mind. But she just chuckled and waved her hand in a, follow me motion.

"You know, we hardly ever get new people here. Let alone two. Let alone a girl." She said, really emphasizing on the girl part.

"What do you mean." I asked

"Well, Group B is usually where the girls have their sessions. But Allison's father demanded that she was in your group. And about the whole 'new people' thing. WICKED isn't just a therapist's office. We're actually an organization that deals with pharmaceuticals, physical wellness, computer sciences and even government matters. Look us up, you'll get a lot of results." The nurse said.

"So you guys really deal with every kind of science. Man, I wish. My high school could only pray to give those kinds of opportunities to their students." I said.

"So you're a science kid?" She asked.

"I mean I love science. But I don't know if I'm smart enough to even remotely go into a career with science." I said.

"So what are you looking to do?" She asked.

"Well I'm actually looking to be an FBI agent." I said sheepishly.