When I walked into the library with my detention group, I let out another aggravated sigh. I have received more detentions this year than I have my entire life. And ninety percent of the detentions aren't even my fault. In fact, the only detention that was my fault was my first ever detention when I texted my mom during class to ask her what was for dinner. 

I sat at the same table as Stiles, Scott, and Erica. She just had to sit next to me- I'm really not surprised that she is being this bitchy, she is a dog after all. Jackson rolled his eyes as he sat at his table, "I can't be in this room, I have a restraining order against these tools."

Mr. Harris rose an eyebrow, "All of these tools?"

"No just us tools," Stiles responded as he gestured between my brother and I.

Satan Jr. nodded, "Fine, you three- over there." He pointed to a table a few feet away from the one we were originally at. It wasn't much of a different in distance from Jackson, but whatever. 

"I'm gonna kill him," Scott muttered as soon as we sat at our new table.

I shook my head from side to side, "No you're not. You're gonna find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna save him, remember?"

"No, Stiles was right. Let's kill him." My brother seethed. 

Stiles sighed, "Oh...no."

I rubbed at my eyes and rested my head on my arms on the table, how long is this detention going to be exactly? I mean- Harris can drag these things out all night if he wants to, and I don't want to be stuck here all night again. I'd love to go home, but I guess this is the only way I can hang out with Stiles- since I'm technically grounded from him.

"Hey, what if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video right?" My boyfriend said as he watched Matt intently. 

Scott sighed, "Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing."

"Exactly! So he's trying to throw suspicion off himself." Stiles said with a nod of his head. I glanced over at Matt, and he was eating a bag of chips rather obnoxiously. My stomach started to churn at the thought of the little 'date' he thought we had. 

I rose an eyebrow, "So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of the Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?"

"Yes!" Stiles whispered harshly. 

I let out a sigh, "It's a great theory, babe, honestly- but why?"

"Because... he's evil." He muttered.

Scott chuckled, "You just don't like him."

"Yeah, well excuse me for disliking the creep that is constantly staring at my girlfriend and talking about her. He bugs me." Stiles ranted as he gave Matt a death glare. 

My eyes widened, "Well that explains why he asked me out on Friday..."

"What?" Stiles snapped as he whipped around spastically in his chair, he nearly fell out of it but thankfully he didn't. That would have just pissed Harris off further. 

I coughed awkwardly, "Yeah... he said someone could get me and him a ticket or something to this rave party, I wasn't really paying attention. Oh! What if he is the guy putting notes in my locker? He plays lacrosse right?" I asked quickly as the theory started to click in my mind.

"Did you tell him no?" Scott asked slowly. 

I bit my lip and looked down at the table, "You told him yes?" Stiles hissed.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted him to go away- I'm not going to go, I'm grounded. Remember?" I defended myself as I crossed my arms over my chest. I really didn't think this was a big deal, like at all.

Stiles scoffed, "Why didn't you tell him no?"

"Okay- do you really want to start with me right now? After I just heard Erica telling you that she had the biggest crush in the world on you! Why the hell were you following her anyway?" I snapped in annoyance, some jealousy was starting to bubble through my veins, and I couldn't stop it. 

His eyes widened, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nothing. Just, just drop it." I muttered as I shook my head from side to side. I really don't want to get into an argument with him right now. I am so not in the mental state to be able to keep myself from saying something stupid.

Scott cleared his throat awkwardly, "Um do you want me to... move?"

"No, it's fine. He's just being stupid, and completely over-reacting." I said with a sigh.

Stiles blinked rapidly as he shook his head from side to side in disbelief, "How am I over-reacting? You're my girlfriend and you said you were going to go out with someone else, I think my behavior is justifiable."

"Yeah and so is mine when you didn't say anything about the fact that she liked you all freaking day! Why wouldn't you tell me?" I demanded, when I over-heard their conversation this afternoon I was beyond confused and I was hoping that Stiles would explain it to me when we got to Economics. But he didn't. And he didn't mention it during lunch. Or during Chemistry. In fact, he didn't mention it all. 

He rolled his eyes in disgust, "That is nowhere near the same, at all."

"Whatever, Stiles. I'm done talking to you about this." I stated as I pulled out my cell phone to busy myself, I'm just going to ignore him for the time being. My head hurts, and arguing with him is bringing a burning in my chest that I've never felt before and it's making my eyes water. I swear to god if I start crying I am leaving the room. 

Jackson then stood up abruptly and held his head, "I need to use the bathroom."

"Are you okay?" Mr. Harris asked quickly as he stood from his desk.

Jackson nodded, "Yeah I just need some water."

Mr. Harris followed after him- as he reached the door he turned around to address, "Everybody stay in your seats." And then he walked out of the room. The second he was gone, Stiles and Scott hopped out of their seats and went straight to Erica's desk.

Of. Freaking. Course.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek as my eyes started to sting, this was getting ridiculous. Maybe I'm just over-reacting? I-I don't know. Honestly, I had no intention on going out with Matt. I am grounded anyway. Erica knew I was standing right there, that's why she said it. She was just trying to upset me. And boy did she achieve that little mission of her's. I feel like absolute shit right now. 

Why am I acting like this? Stiles didn't do anything wrong. He probably didn't tell me because he didn't care. I feel so stupid right now it's unreal. My head hurts, and I know it's because I feel like crying. Erica is so irrelevant it's not even funny, her feelings for him doesn't change his feelings for me. To be fair though, whatever Matt feels towards or about me, doesn't change the way I feel about Stiles either. He shouldn't have flipped out like that, just like I shouldn't have.

Allison's very scary mother's voice then came out of the intercom, "Scott McCall, you are needed in the office."

My brother sighed as he stood from his seat and trudged out of the room, leaving Stiles with Erica. They are looking at something on her computer- and I really want to know what it is, but I'm too big of a wimp to get up and ask. My cell phone started to vibrate in my hand, and it caused me to jump slightly. I quickly collected my bearings and then opened the text message from the number that I didn't recognize... 

Don't cry, :(

What the hell? My eyes snapped over to Matt and he was on the tablet that he had- did he text that to me? It felt like he was waiting for me to look at him because nearly a second later he glanced up at me and smiled brightly, offering a small wave. I swallowed the bile that wanted to creep up my throat and shoved my phone in my bag. This was getting entirely too creepy for me.

Jackson and Mr. Harris then walked back into the room, Mister Cheekbones was all sweaty and he looked terrible. What the hell happened to him? He took his seat slightly, and then crossed his arms over his chest quickly. Mr. Harris walked back over to the desk and began to zip up his satchel, Jackson's little table with Allison and Matt began to stand up- only to have their hope shot down, "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Um, yes, I'm leaving. But, none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening," He chuckled as he patted the books in the several carts in the library. 

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"It means he was born after his mom died, by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body." Stiles said to Allison, Scott, and myself. We were in the process of re-shelving the books, and even though it felt incredibly awkward between the two of us right now- I would rather suffer in the awkwardness than have to help Erica, Jackson, or creepy ass Matt.

Allison sighed, "So was it an accident or not?"

"The word all over the report is 'inconclusive'..." Stiles replied.

My brother leaned his elbows on the book cart, "So that means his parents could have been murdered?"

"If they were, it falls in line with the Kanima myth, you know? It seeks out and kills murderers." He shrugged.

Allison bit her lip, "But for Jackson? Or whoever is controlling him?"

My brother then started to panic, "We have to talk to him. We have to tell him."

"Scott he won't listen- and you're gone," I sighed as he quickly walked out of the aisle, leaving us. 

Not even twenty minutes ago he was hell-bent on killing Jackson, but now he wants to help save him again? He needs to figure out what he really wants to do so I know what the exact plan is, because he is really starting to confuse the hell out of me. 

I grabbed another book and slid it into it's designated place on the shelf, might as well get some more work done while we wait for Scott to come back. If I hear Jackson start yelling, then I know my brother's plan didn't exactly work, but what I wasn't expecting to here- was him yelling Erica's name out in a panic. 

Then everything just started to fall over, and the lights were busting. My eyes widened as some glass from the over head light fell right in front of where I was standing. Stiles quickly grabbed my arm as he jerked me towards him, pulling me out of the way as some pieces of the ceiling fell. I could hear Scott yelling, but I didn't know where he was. Allison fell to the ground and started to back away from the entrance to the aisle, Stiles following her- which in turn pulled me as well.

Scott then came flying out of nowhere and knocked the book cart in front of us to the ground, I winced for him as I could have swore I felt a prick of pain in my own spine. That was odd, very odd. My brother quickly crawled over to where we were crouched down, and positioned himself protectively in front of Allison. I peeked around his shoulder to see Jackson still in his human state, but his skin was scaley and his eyes were yellow. He was standing in front of the chalkboard and was writing something... well this is certainly creepy.

After he finished writing he then jumped out of the window and left us. My eyes then locked on the sentence that he had written, Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you.

Scott then stood up and walked towards the chalkboard, Erica started gasping and spazzing out on the floor and Stiles ran over to her. I tried to ignore the flare that was just lit in my chest, but it didn't work all that well. "Guys! I think she's having a seizure!"

My brother rushed over to her while Allison grabbed my hand and led me over to Matt, he was laying on the ground blinking rapidly. He didn't look good, "Hey- Matt? You're gonna be alright," I said quietly as Allison and I crouched down beside him. 

"We need to get her to a hospital," Stiles' voice carried from the other side of the book-case. I glanced over at him to see that he had Erica in his arms. I clenched my jaw and looked back at Matt, I really don't know why I'm over-reacting like this. 

Erica started sputtering, "No, to Derek. Take me to Derek."

Long story short, after a mini argument from Scott and Allison about the whole separation thing- Scott and Stiles left with Erica. I tried to pretend that the fact he didn't say a single word to me before he left didn't hurt, but it killed me. 

Allison pulled out her cell phone, "We need to call an ambulance for Matt."

I nodded, "Okay- yeah. Call 911."

She did just that, and it took about ten minutes for the paramedic's to get there. When they loaded Matt up and took him away, that left Allison and I to answer questions- but thankfully her mother actually came to the rescue and told them cops that we couldn't speak. Even though her mother scares me, and I'm pretty sure she has voodoo dolls of my brother, boyfriend, and I that she stabs repeatedly with her favorite very large kitchen knife, she actually helped.

My mom picked me up from school, and brought me home. The entire car ride home was spent with her asking me more and more questions that I couldn't answer without telling her everything that she is currently in the dark about. Maybe I should try to get Scott to tell her again, I would tell her- but it's not my secret to tell exactly. Not even five minutes after we got home, she got called back to the hospital to help with the birth of a baby. So, that leaves me alone once again. 

I'm not entirely sure what possessed me to walk into the kitchen and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels that my mom keeps above the fridge. Nor am I entirely sure why I twisted the lid off and brought the glass bottle to my lips. I am sure though that the amber liquid burned the hell out of my throat as I swallowed it, and it caused a spastic coughing fit as I set it on the counter and gripped the edge of it so I didn't fall over. My eyes were watering and my head was pounding, but- something inside of me urged me to grab that bottle and drink some more. 

So I did.

Again. 

And again.

Soon enough, nearly half the bottle was gone and I was stumbling around my living room, my eyes leaking tears and strings of stupid apologies leaving my lips. I don't know what's wrong with me and why I'm acting like this, but I have lost the ability to think clearly. I fumbled around with my cell phone for a good five minutes before my thumb tapped his contact photo. I struggled to get the phone to my ear as it rang, and I couldn't help but smile as he picked up on the other end. 

"Kasey, what's wrong?" 

The tone in his voice only made me laugh, "Oh, so now you care?"

"What? What are you talking about?" He questioned. 

I let out a laugh, "Why do I love you so much? My chest hurts so bad right now... why did you leave?" The laugh was short lived as my drunken voice started to take over. 

"Are you drunk? Where are you at?" He demanded. 

I chuckled, "Why would I tell you... you'll show up and then just leave...leave again." I hiccuped as I brought the bottle to my lips again and took a gulp, it didn't burn as badly this time. In fact my throat was starting to get used to the flaming liquid that I have been consuming. 

"Kasey- are you home? Where is Scott and your mom?" He asked and I could faintly hear his jeep starting up. The jeep- I loved his jeep. His blue jeep... blue blue blue. I really like the color blue.

"They left too! I'm all alone! Just like the way it should be!" I laughed loudly as I stumbled over to the mantle, setting the bottle down on top of it and glancing at myself in the large mirror. 

I looked terrible. My eye make-up was running due to the large amount of tears that have been pouring out of me, and my cheeks are flushed. My hair is straightened still, and it looks semi-normal. I guess it's just my face that looks bad.

He sighed, "I'm coming over. Don't leave the house," 

"I'm not the one who leaves," I pointed out as I blinked a few times. I feel so odd, like I'm here- but then I'm not. It's a very sensational experience and I like it. I don't feel so sad anymore, I mean- it's still there... I can feel it in my chest and my stomach, just sitting there like a large boulder. But, it doesn't hurt right now.

I pulled my phone away from my ear and his the little red end button before sliding it on to the mantle and grabbing the bottle again, as the familair ring at the top grazed my lips and the scolding liquid flowed down my throat, my head continued to spin. Will my mom be mad at me for drinking this...?

The front door then slammed open, and Stiles came stumbling into the living room- his plaid long sleeve shirt flapping around at the sides. His eyes were wide when he took me in, standing here, looking like a total wreck, with a bottle of Jack Daniels that was nearly empty. "Oh! You're here... you came," I laughed as I blinked a few times to try and settle my vision properly, I could see three of him at the moment and I know he isn't a triplet...

"Kasey... give me the bottle." He said slowly as he walked towards me, stretching his arm out to grab the bottle of amber liquid that has been my saving grace for the past hour or so. 

I quickly stepped back, "No! No you can't take it!"

"Babe- please, just give it to me." He tried to reason with me again, but for some reason when he called me babe... I just lost it. I was filled with this huge amount of anger and jealousy and disappointment that I lost control of myself and I threw the bottle to the floor. 

It shattered upon impact, and what little bit of Whiskey left inside of it- splashed around on the carpet. "You left me! You left and you said you would never leave me! You promised!" I shouted hatefully as tears started to spew from my eyes again. 

His eyes widened, "Kasey... I-I had to help Erica, she was having a seizure."

"I don't care!" I screamed as I grabbed a picture frame from the mantle, it was a family photo with my dad in it. When I saw him, it was like my entire world froze. How long has this been up here? Scott and I looked to be maybe five or six years old, and my parents looked beyond happy and in love with each other. 

And this is when I really broke. I slammed the frame down on the mantle, the glass cutting at my hands. I started screaming out curses and my hatred for him, he did this to me! He is the reason that I have all of these abondonment issues! He built my hopes up, and then just crushed them. He started all of this and I hate him for it. I hate him so much that it hurts. 

Stiles rushed over to me and gathered me in his arms as I fell to the floor, sobbing uncontrolably. Every last second of my life since he left has been spent trying to move past the feeling of not being good enough, and not being reason enough for him to stay. And just by looking at one picture of him, all of that time has been useless. I still feel the exact same way I did when he left, and I'm starting to think I won't ever feel any differently.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you so much, okay? I-I shouldn't have left, I'm sorry." Stiles rambled as he started to rock us back and forth on the floor. I gripped on to his shirt tightly as I buried my face in his chest, crying whatever I had left in me. I really hope I wake up and forget all of this tomorrow, because if I have to deal with the amount of despair I feel right now- I'll just... I won't be able to function. 

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:( Poor Kasey. I really have been waiting for her to finally have a breakdown, and this is it! Everything is just hitting her and she snapped, I really enjoyed writing it. And their argument was also fun to write about- they don't have many issues so it was fun to get to play around with it. My Stasey feels were through the roof this chapter though. Sorry if this didn't end the way that the episode did, my grandma's internet sucked and I couldn't see the last two minutes of the episode and I just wanted to post this! So yeah. Fan, vote, and comment! xxx