Chapter 16. Scott The Bulldog

"Is this going to affect my ability... like, every time I connect myself to someone, am I going to hallucinate like that?" I asked Deaton quietly, I was now anxiously pacing around the examination table in the back office, a habit I picked up from Stiles no doubt. I can't seem to calm my heartbeat or get my thoughts to stop running around wildly. I am in no state to leave just yet, and I'm afraid if I don't calm myself down then I may have another episode, and I do not want to experience that again.

Deaton shook his head from side to side, "No. Your ability will still work normally, and you will be able to function rather normally as well, but the second you start to let that doubt and panic seep into your mind, it triggers the hallucinations."

Great. This is just great, the last thing I needed to have happen to me is yet another sort of setback. Now I can't even worry about someone without giving my stupid self access to a hallucination that causes an anxiety attack. I just wish that for once, something in my life would go according to plan.

"I'm not one hundred percent positive on this Kasey, but I also believe that certain sounds, smells, or places will also play a part in the hallucination. You said that you didn't see Stiles dying until after you heard your father's voice, which I believe was the catalyst to the entire thing." Deaton explained further as I continued to my nervous pace.

The moment he brought up Stiles my heart literally tightened in my chest, that image of him laying dead on my floor with blood seeping out of him in such large amounts will forever hold a place in my nightmares. It was quite possibly the worst thing I have ever seen in my life.

I let out a long sigh as I rubbed at my eyes, "I have the worst freaking headache. Do you have any advil? My eyes feel like they are on fire for some reason." I complained, the pain started about five minutes ago, and at first I thought it was just a symptom from my sobbing and incessant wiping of tears when I was at my house, but this was starting to get a bit ridiculous now.

"I beg your pardon? Did you say that your eyes felt as if they were on fire?" He questioned, the look he had on his face didn't settle right in my stomach. Oh god, what does that mean? Is there something wrong with my eyesight now too? Jesus.

I nodded my head slowly, "Yeah..."

"Do you see, hear, or feel anything at all? Anything unusual or unpleasant?" He inquired his eyes widening in curiosity. Okay, I don't like where this conversation is going. I wish I would have gone out to the car with Lydia when she offered five minutes ago..

I took a second to just collect myself, but I don't really feel anything or see anything. I do hear something though, it's like a hushed conversation, but I thought it was just the hum of the heater. I strained my hearing so I could try to pick up on what was being said.

"The eyes will heal, physically... but I'm afraid your sight is gone." That was Deaton's voice, I know that much, but who is he talking to and why is he talking about eyes? What happened to this person's eyes? Is that why my eyes are burning so badly right now? Oh god, what's going on?

I shook my head from side to side in disbelief, "Who lost their eyesight here? I can hear you talking to someone about it."

He smiled faintly, "Kasey your power is growing... you are connecting yourself to the room, to the memories and travesties that have happened here."

"I need to go home. I can't handle any more of this kind of stuff. Is there anything I can take that will just keep anything like this from happening for the rest of the night?" I asked him as I made my way to the exit. It was creeping me out that I was hearing memories from this room. I just want to go home and sleep for a very long time.

Deaton shook his head from side to side, "I'm afraid not. The best way to close out all of this, is to just focus on one thing at a time."

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks." I mumbled in annoyance, he usually gives great advice but that just, has ne not met me as on just one thing at a time, has he not met me and the life that I live?

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"I would really appreciate it if you didn't say anything about this, like to anyone... not even Prada." I stated as I glanced at Lydia. We were now driving back to my house, and she was being unnaturally quiet. It was making me uneasy and I suddenly found myself wanting her to be her usual obnoxious and snarky self.

She nodded once, "From this point on I will not mention what happened tonight."

"Thank you," I sighed in relief. The last thing I wanted to have happen was for Stiles and Scott to find out about this whole situation. I will tell them, eventually. For now, I just want to sort it out on my own and try to find a way to control it. They both already stress out about me enough, I don't want to add to it unless I absolutely have to.

The car ride was silent, the complete polar opposite of our ride to the vet. Lydia was starting to seem a bit suspicious with each passing second, the closer we got to my house the more alert she seemed to become. Maybe she's just afraid that I'll have another hallucination when I get back home. I really hope I don't.

When she turned the corner onto my street and made her way to my house, I froze. Sitting in my driveway was Scott's bike, and Stiles jeep. My head slowly turned to face Lydia, and she had a guilty expression plastered across her face. Oh. My. God.

"You called them?" I growled viciously, I knew I couldn't trust her! She must have called them when she went out to the car. Oh you have got to be kidding me. This night is just getting worse by the freaking minute.

She nodded rapidly, "YES. This is a serious matter, Kasey-- and I will not be held accountable for keeping something like this from Stiles. He already went off on me for not calling him first when I found that one body."

"That was totally different!" I argued defensively, I'm not getting out of the car. I feel like I'm an alcoholic being forced to go to an intervention or something. I already know that the second I walk through my front door, I'm getting my ass chewed out by Scott and then the cold shoulder from Stiles. They are entirely too predictable and I'm not in the mood for their antics tonight. As I said before, I just want to go to sleep.

Lydia shrugged as she shut off her car, "You're going to have to go in eventually. They know we are here, Scott no doubt is hearing this entire conversation right now."

"I don't care. Lydia I literally ask you to do one freaking thing and you manage to do the exact opposite." I ranted as I pushed the lock down on my door. The front door of my house pushed open and a very angry looking Scott was stomping towards Lydia's car. Great. "If he kills me, you're going down with me sister." I added as I sent her a death glare.

I watched as my brother started jerking on the door handle, trying his hardest to pull it open without damaging Lydia's new car. He's acting like one of those crazy bulldogs right now. Her last one had to be replaced due to the deer flying through her windshield, I actually like her new car much better. Scott glared at me through the glass and I just sent him a wicked grin. Unless he wants to ruin Lydia's car, he isn't getting in.

"Kasey, please just get out. If he ruins my car I'm gonna have to kill him. This is brand new." Lydia sighed as she rested her head on the steering, obviously exhausted with the situation. Good, I hope she is exhausted and aggravated and has a pounding ass headache. She deserves it.

Scott knocked on the window to get my attention, "You have five seconds to get out of the car before I get you out myself."

"Go for it," I remarked as I flung my arms over my chest. Stiles then decided to make his way out of my house and down the driveway. Oh god, this is just getting ridiculous.

My eyes widened as I watched Lydia his the unlock button, I quickly threw my hands over the lock and kept it in place. Scott growled, like literally growled, from the other side of the glass out of pure anger. He was getting pissed, good. "I'm perfectly fine. This is totally unnecessary." I said to him through a clenched jaw, he was not winning this fight. I was not going to allow it.

"Obviously you are far from fine, Kasey. Lydia told us everything! You need to talk about what's going on so we can help you." Scott remarked as he continued to pull on the door handle.

Lydia rolled her eyes as she unlocked her door and climbed out, "She's all yours."

And before I could even try to climb into the backseat, Stiles had slid into the car and wrapped his arms around my torso, literally pulling me out of the car. Oh, I was pissed. I was shouting and throwing a complete and total tantrum as he threw me over his shoulder. My fists were hitting his back violently as he followed Scott back into our house, Lydia right behind us.

The second the front door was closed he sat me on my feet, and I shoved his chest-- hard. He narrowed his eyes at me angrily, "You really do not want to start with me right now. Stop." His voice was low, and I could tell that he was beyond angry at the fact that I had been lying to him all night about what had been going on.

"I'm fine, alright? You all are just overreacting." I seethed as I stomped into the living room, Scott was standing in front of the stairs so I couldn't make a sprint to my room. I am so not in the mood to deal with all of this, my brain is just about to shut off for the evening.

Scott laughed sarcastically, "You had another anxiety attack, Kasey. That's the exact opposite of fine. Not only that, but you were hallucinating. In what world does that qualify as you being fine?"

"My world, Scott." I retorted as I sent him a glare. He really is picking the absolute worst time in the world to have this whole big brother anxiety conversation.

Lydia sighed as she stepped into the living room, "She is fine, Scott... physically anyway. Deaton said that this whole situation was caused by her momentary panic for Stiles' life. That's why she saw him dying. He also said as long as she continued to worry as much as she has been, that these hallucinations will continue."

"Lydia you are the worst friend in the world, I swear." I muttered, well I now know that I can't tell her anything or take her with me when I am going to see Deaton. What is with girls and having issues with keeping secrets?

My brother let out a groan as he approached me, "Kasey you won't talk to me about anything anymore, and I don't know why. You are carrying all of this around by yourself and it's obviously stressing you out. I want to help you, okay? So let me help."

"I just want to go to sleep, okay? Can I please just go upstairs and get some rest?" I asked, the pure exhaustion in my voice was obvious and Scott sighed as he nodded once.

With a huff of irritation I made my way past them and up the stairs to my bedroom. My headache was still as strong as ever, and the fact that my eyes were still burning was not helping the situation in the slightest. I didn't even bother with taking a shower again tonight, I just slipped into some yoga pants and one of Stiles' hoodie's that I have claimed as my own, and then slid into my bed.

I hadn't been laying there for more than a minute before my door was pushed open and a very distraught looking Stiles walked in. He didn't say a word as he kicked off his shoes and quickly slipped into my bed beside me, wrapping his arms around my body tightly. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and gripped on to his shirt tightly, praying that I would have a good and happy dream about him, rather than that god awful nightmare that I witnessed earlier.

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sorry it's rather short, this episode was weird to write about because i didn't really incorporate anything at all and it's all just kind of my own thing. i really hope you all enjoy reading my own stuff because it's fun to add that in. stiles was mad, yet he went to sleep with her anyway, how cute is he. i am beyond pissed that netflix took teen wolf off. now i have to use the website to write atf as well, and that just literally ruined my morning. so yeah. let me all know what you thought of this chapter. there are literally only a few chapters left of season 3a, how crazyyyyy. i will be doing 3b in this book as well, but obviously it will be on hiatus until january sixth, maybe even a few weeks later becuase i like to know what is going to happen a few episodes a head of time before i write, that way my own plot can intertwine with the t.v. show's plot. i hope you all had a wonderful thanksgiving if you celebrate it!

lots and lots of love,

sasha xxx

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