Only a few weeks have gone by, but so much has happened.

My life sure did slow down a whole lot ever since the death of Jennifer Blake, but it also picked up some speed as well. For starters, Sheriff Stilinski took me in.

After he had came home and after Stiles had filled him in on everything with the supernatural, he had asked me if I was anything. I told him that I could see things no one else could, but I didn't bring up the fact that I had been the kid that died a year ago on the bridge. He had asked me again about where I belonged, but I didn't answer him about that either.

"Well, you can't keep staying here, Corey," he had told me. I remembered thinking that this was when he was finally going to kick me out, but I had been wrong. "And I can't kick you onto the streets either. I guess you're just going to have to move in, won't you? What do you think about foster care?"

And so, after a lot of legal papers, John became my foster father. I had second thoughts about it of course, since I felt as if I was betraying my parents, but I agreed to something of my own. After I was old enough to be on my own, I'll go home. I couldn't live my whole life knowing that I hadn't told my parents that I was alive. Only two more years. I could live with Stiles for two more years.

The next thing I knew, I was moving in and getting my own room and even my own stuff. Stiles and I still had to share a bathroom though, which wasn't bad at all, except for when we both needed a shower at the same time. That was always a big fight.

That wasn't the only thing that changed around Beacon Hills. After what happened that night at the distillery, Jade decided to stick around for awhile. Like me, she didn't want to return home to her parents and her sister. She told me that she didn't want them knowing a different Jade than they had known before, and I didn't blame her. Plus the twins were still here, and they were still sort of a pack after all.

As for Scott, he's a true alpha now. I don't know what he plans to do with that, like form a new pack, but I do know that he'll take care of his status. I only worried that others would come after him wanting him to be in their pack like Deucalion did, but I also knew that Scott could take care of himself. He had us to help him.

Lydia and I have been growing closer as friends over these past few weeks as well. There's been a lot of nights where she'll come over for awhile and we'll sit together in front of Stiles' tiny laptop and research more about ourselves and what we can do. Well, that is before Stiles would bust in and steal Lydia from me for some random reason. You know him. We've found a few things, but nothing of much value. If anything, I just wanted to know so I could be aware of what could happen.

My eyes didn't take long to heal either. Lydia had tried that little healing thing again on them, and it worked. It didn't give me back my powers, I could feel it, but at least they were back to normal. To be honest with you, I didn't miss my capability to see into the future. It took the weight off of my shoulders and it didn't make me feel like I was responsible anymore. In a sense, I was glad that Jennifer took it from me.

As far as Allison and I go, we're fantastic. She's actually been super focussed with school lately, since she fell behind with the whole sacrifice thing and all. We used to have study sessions over at her house, but that stopped when she realized that all of them would always end up with us not studying and my lips against hers. She insisted that she needed to focus, but I never could, so she took me out of the equation. I didn't blame her; she needed to work and get her grades back on track if she was going to become an FBI agent like she always told me she wanted to be.

As for me, I've been working on saving up my money, like I had promised Allison I would. I got a job at a little dinner in town, but I only worked when I could. I told her that one day I'd take her back to the Navy Pier, and I meant it. She deserved to see the world, and I wanted to give it to her. She deserved it after all she's done for me.

The only thing that's really been bothering me lately is the feeling of something coming. Ever since I saw those reflections in the mirror at the hospital a few weeks ago, I've had a bad feeling. I knew that this had to be the calm before the storm; it always was. In Beacon Hills, you barely ever got a break before something was out to kill you again.

And this time, I couldn't predict what that something was.

Lately though, I've been noticing a difference with Stiles. He's been waking up earlier than normal and he's been staying up later. It's almost like he hates to sleep. I've tried asking him about it, but I always get the same answer.

"It's nothing to worry about."

Of course with me being me, I worried about it. It's only gotten worse, and I'm sincerely starting to worry for him. I've found myself in his room late at night because I heard him scream quite often lately. It's the same thing every single time: he screams bloody murder, John and I rush in there as fast as we can, and then one of us stays with him until he falls back asleep. I've asked John what he thought about it, but he just thinks it has something to do with the previous events that Jennifer and Deucalion created a few weeks ago.

I would agree with him, but I know better. I'm always in Stiles' room before he is, and I always hear what he says the first time he wakes up. He doesn't seem to remember, but I do. He's always screaming about the gauze man; that he was after him and that he should have kept the door shut. I hated hearing him screaming that, but I couldn't do anything about it other than try and be there for him.

I should have paid closer attention to it then. I should have done something about it before it manifested into something much worse. Then maybe things would have turned out different.

Then maybe the people I loved most would still be alive.