"I can't believe you all got detention," I groan as I walk into the library with Allison, watching everyone part ways as they sat at different tables. Stiles and Scott sat with Erica and Allison sat with Matt and Jackson.

Allison glances over at me as she speaks softly. "It's not that big of a deal."

I sigh as Mr. Harris walks into the room, looking up when he hears Jackson speak. "I have a restraining order on those tools."

"What tools?" Mr. Harris says as Stiles and Scott both groan.

"Us tools."

"You two sit over there," Mr. Harris snaps as he points to another table. Scott and Stiles quickly gather their stuff and move as everyone gets settled in, knowing that they're going to be here awhile. I might as well too, since it's not like I have anything else to do.

I sigh as I sit in a chair beside Allison, crossing my arms as I watch Matt eat some chips. "How long until this is over?"

"An hour and a half," Allison says, causing me to groan and throw my head back. This was going to be legit torture. "You know, since you figured out you can basically teleport, you could do stuff you haven't been able to do before."

I raise my eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Like going back home," she says softly. "Why don't you see how your family is doing?"

That didn't sound like a bad idea. I haven't exactly put much thought into my old life lately; and now that she mentioned it, I wondered how they were holding up. It would be nice to see what everyone was up to now.

I begin to stand. "You sure? I'd hate to leave you here."

"Go, Corey," Allison says with a smile. "You've been practically glued to me ever since you got here. Get out and do something else for a change."

I didn't want to leave Allison here sitting next to that weird stalker dude and with Jackson, who could turn into the Kanima at any moment. I didn't want to leave for that reason, but then I looked over at Scott, and I knew that he would keep her safe. Hell, he's kept her safe more than I have. I trusted him to protect her, so that's why I decided to go.

"I won't be gone for very long," I say. "I promise, okay?"

Allison nods her head as a huge smile spreads across her face. "Have fun."

I smile faintly back at her before I mentally picture my old home again, which was actually quite hard considering that I haven't been back there in a couple of months. I try to remember how my room was arranged; with my dark blue bed sheets, the small desk in the corner, and the bright lava lamp beside my bed that I had gotten for my thirteenth birthday. I thought of the little things and before I know it, I'm opening my eyes again, standing no where other than my room.

It had changed dramatically. Everything was covered in dust, if it wasn't covered in white sheets that is. My bed sheets were still there, along with my desk, but all of my other little objects were gone. The lava lamp was gone, my basketball trophy was gone, and so was all of the books that I had on my shelf. My heart drops when I see this, it finally settling in once again that I was actually dead.

I stand there for a moment as I look around, afraid to move. I felt that if I were to make the slightest movement, then everything around me would fall to dust. I'm not sure why; maybe because I felt like this was some type of dream that could change in an instant.

I was about to walk towards the door before suddenly it opens, revealing my mother. My jaw hangs open slightly when I see her, a sudden sadness filling my chest. Last time I had seen her was that night before the wreck when she had told me to be safe. She had told me to wear my seat belt and pay attention to road before most importantly she told me to have fun.

But that was months ago. Now, as she stood there in the doorway, she looked as if she was about to burst into tears. I wanted nothing more than to comfort her and tell her that I was here; that I was fine, but I couldn't do anything but watch.

My eyes become teary as I watch her step inside my room, her fingers running along the desk. They pick up dust as she walks towards my bed, but she didn't care. She looked almost as if she was lost in her own world; like she was remembering what it was like when someone actually stayed in this room.

She finally makes it to my bed as she sits on the end of it, her eyes darting around the room as she took it all in. I take a step closer to her as I examine her face, noticing how much older she looked. She was only 39, and for her age she looked really good, but now she looked much older. Wrinkles were now formed under her eyes and I could see a few gray hairs that stuck out. She had always had a smaller body figure, but now it looked as if she was even smaller; almost even smaller than Allison. She almost looked depressed.

"Mom..." I fade out as I stare at her, kneeling in front of her. I stare up at her with wet eyes as she continues to look around the room, a tear finally falling down her cheek. She couldn't hear me nor see me, and it made me want to reach out to her even more.

She shakes her head as she wipes a tear from her eye, reaching into her jacket pocket before pulling out a little photo frame. I look down at it when I see that it was the photo we had taken as a family a month before the accident. We had went on vacation to Colorado; where we went skiing and did other things. The photo was the one we had taken on top of the mountain, just before we went down.

Her fingers trace the frame. "You looked so happy here, Corey. You always loved to ski, didn't you? Your father and I had promised to take you back this winter for Christmas..."

I try to grab my mother's hand, but it just slips right on through. "If you're listening Corey, just know that I know it wasn't your fault. You weren't the one to cause what happened to you and Jade. You...you just tried to get out of the way-"

A soft sob leaves her throat as she sets the photo down, causing her to wipe away those tears. "I'm here, mom. I'm here."

"Tracy?" I hear someone say before their standing at the door, causing me to look up and see my father standing there. He didn't change as much as my mother had; he still had his dark hair and wider face, but he too looked as if he had gotten a few more wrinkles.

My mother looks up at my father, but she doesn't say anything. He walks into the room and sits beside my mother as he takes the photo frame from her, wrapping her in his arms. She continues to cry on his shoulder as I stand up slowly, not being able to take this. I can't watch my parents grieve me. It was too much.

"I promise I'm going to come back home," I say to them, even though they couldn't hear. I needed to make sure I said it out loud, mostly so I would make sure I would do it. "I'm going to make it back, I swear it. I love you."

After this, I couldn't stay any longer. I didn't want to go back to Beacon Hills just yet however. I closed my eyes as I thought about Jade's house, since I was curious to see how they were holding up. It doesn't take long before the next thing I know, I'm standing in her kitchen, since this was where we would spend most of our nights.

When Jade and I were still alive, cooking was always our thing. We had this little game we played where we would each make the same food, trying to make it better than the other person. I of course was always terrible at it, so Jade would always win. We had some pretty good memories here, but I guess all good things come to an end.

Jade's house looked pretty much the same, but her parents weren't anywhere in sight. Instead I heard the TV on in the living room, causing me to make my way out of the kitchen to see who was there. My eyes fix on the screen at first, seeing that they were watching How I Met Your Mother. I smile slightly, knowing already before I even looked that it had to be Jade's sister, Ashley. We all called her Ash, but she was only a year and a half younger than Jade and I.

I looked at the couch as I see her sitting there, focused onto the TV. She seemed zoned out as the people on the screen laughed, but she didn't show any sign of emotion. Her long brown hair was all on one side as her glasses were on her face, her eyes looking lost. She had on a pair of sweatpants and an old T-Shirt, one that I had recognized to have been Jade's. Her backpack was sitting besides the couch, indicating that she must have just gotten home from school.

She continues to stare at the screen as I continue to look around, noticing a new object that was placed on the fireplace. My eyes narrowed as I walked closer to it, seeing that it was a nice sign that someone had made for Jade. It read:

Jade Garcia
Loving friend and daughter.
February 3rd, 1996 - September 8th, 2013

Whoever made that was obviously creative. I shake my head as I look back at Ash, seeing that she was gone. My eyebrows furrow before I look over and see her walking up the stairs, causing me to follow after her. I know that I probably sound like a stalker, but I wanted to make sure that she was alright. Ash was like my younger sister, so I cared about her deeply.

I follow her quietly as she walks down the hall, about to turn into her room before she stops. I follow her eyes to see that she was staring at Jade's room, one where the door was shut tight. She stares for a long while, not showing any sign of emotion at all. I waited for her to do something, and when she did, she turned around and walked away from her room. I become more curious as I watch her walk into the bathroom, not shutting the door however.

I was about to turn around, but instead I saw her stop in front of the sink, staring at her reflection. My heart begins to ache as I step closer, but not going into the bathroom. I watch carefully as she looks down at her wrists, pulling back the T-Shirt sleeve to reveal a line of scars.

My heart drops into my stomach as I gasp slightly, feeling terrible that Ash had done something like this. I can't believe her out of all people would harm herself. She traces her fingers over the scars slowly as if they were her permanent reminders, which wasn't far away from the truth. It looked as if she was about to reach for a razor to add another, but instead she stops herself, finally starting to show some emotion.

She slams her hands onto the side of the sink, staring down at the drain as she shook her head. There weren't any tears however. Only aggression. She bites her tongue as she closes her eyes, taking deep breaths. I wanted to tell her that Jade was okay, but I couldn't lie to Ash about something like that.

She finally calms down as she looks back at her reflection, almost looking disgusted. She stares for another long while before she finally walks out of the bathroom and to her room, slamming the door shut behind. I didn't want to follow her this time; I wanted to let her grieve on her own. If only I knew what happened to Jade so I could help bring her back with me, if I even get the chance that is.

My heart aches as I close my eyes again, ready to go back. I couldn't stand to see everyone like this. I knew that I shouldn't have came, and I wish I hadn't of. I didn't realize how upset it was going to make me. I envision the library again as I'm whisked back there, but when I open my eyes, all I see is complete chaos.

Everything was out of order; the book shelves were lying on their sides, books were scattered across the floor, and the lights above were even flickering and shooting out sparks. My heart races as my eyes flick across the library, looking for any sign of anyone. But I didn't see anyone.

"Allison!" I shout at the top of my lungs, desperate to hear her voice again. I was terrified that I had lost her; that I had lost her for good.

A huge relief flood my body when I hear someone call from in between the shelves. "Corey?"

I gasp as I turn and run towards her voice, looking down and seeing that she was kneeling over Matt's limp body. I don't even care about Matt as I shake my head, worry and panic filling my voice. "What happened!"

Allison shakes her head. "Jackson happened. I just-I need to get him to the hospital. Scott and Stiles took Erica to Derek."

I flip back into helping mode. "Come on, I'll help you carry him."

So I did just that as Allison did as well, the two of us taking him out of the library and carrying him down the hall.

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