"Brooke come out and play." She taunts me. My grip on the kitchen knife grows tighter after every footstep I hear. My palms start to sweat and my breathing hitches when her movement stops. It was dark enough in the pantry where I hid that I could see her shadow. And it was right in front of me. The 1 and ½ inch piece of wood was the only thing keeping her from getting me. And I'd be damned if I let that happen. "I can hear your breathing Brooke, it's racing. You may want to get that checked." I could just picture her smirking while glaring into the pantry door. "Sorry things have to end like this, but your family owes me. Big time." What happens when all your past is bundled up in a camera? Let's just say that it's not good. And when you're madly in love with a boy who never see's you can cause some major problems. If you ask, she'll speak her mind. Don't even get her started on her werewolf best friend. The supernatural is flooding her more than she expected. Then when she falls asleep, she may not wake up. **This is a Teen Wolf FanFic taking place in the first season, I really hope you guys enjoy it. Disclaimer - I do not own the show or the characters (except Brooke of course) and even though I wish I did the show belongs to the amazing and brilliant Jeff Davis.