03. Persephone's Question List Of The Day

This wasn't real.

This couldn't be real.

There is a million explanations of what was happening right now, such as this mirror was replaced with some kind of creepy Halloween one, or I hit my head a lot harder then the doctors think and I am suffering from hallucinations or some other ridiculous disease that is making me see whatever the hell I was seeing. But as I kept blinking, it wouldn't go away and I was on the verge of a break down.

The girl— no, the thing— that was in the mirror was not me, it couldn't be me. The reflection looking back at me looked like a zombie out of a gory horror movie, the ones in which you watched at an ungodly hour in the night when you're home alone, and once you start watching it you realize how horrible of an idea it was, and every noise makes you jump out of your skin. The ones where any noise in the kitchen was suddenly a masked serial killer that was coming up the stairs to finish off whatever life you had.

It wasn't something that you should be seeing out of the television screens.

My skin was a sickly grayish color, my veins were a deathly looking brown, my face was rotten, it was covered in gashes and markings that made me want to throw up, in fact, I did a little in my mouth. My teeth were all yellow and rotten— they were disgusting. My hair looked normal, it was still styled perfectly from Lydia, but everything else— not okay. So not okay.

I could barely hear myself scream again as I stumbled back and away from the mirror like it was Miss Trunchbull from the movie Matilda, because come on, you have to be honest with yourself, when you were a kid she scared the living crap out of you.

I didn't even realize that I tripped until I was on the ground, my backside aching from the fall. My body was trembling and shaking, what was wrong with me? Was this kind of sick joke? Quickly looking down at my hands, the rotten looking skin disappeared and only my milky white skin was left. Tears leaked out of my eyes.

I just don't understand.

I knew that I should get up and stop freaking out, I was probably just seeing things, but deep down I knew that I didn't. The feeling of dread filled me and I had no idea why, maybe it was my old self poking out of it's little hiding place, but whatever it was, all I can think is my new self, the one that is suffering from amnesia and is quite petrified, is sitting on the ground not wanting to get back up because she didn't understand why.

I was about to start crying even more, but my bedroom door was swung open, smacking into the wall as a perfectly manicured strawberry blonde stepped through the doorway, a frightened expression set on her face. "Persephone, what the hell! Why did you scream? And why the hell are you on the floor?" Lydia shouted, her hand pressed against her probably fast paced heart.

"I-I don't know, I j-just looked in the mirror an-" I begin to say but was interrupted.

"You're freaking out over how amazing you look, I mean I get that you look incredibly hot and all, but I'm pretty sure your reaction wasn't suppose to be like this." She stated with wide confused eyes.

"No! In the mirror, I can't explain it, i-it just wasn't me!" I exclaimed, trying to figure out how to explain, but realizing that I didn't even understand myself.

"Um, sorry to ruin your little freak out, but I'm pretty sure it was you in the mirror honey." Lydia said amused, which angered me because she wasn't realizing that I was really freaking out.

I shakily got up from the carpeted ground before ushering to the mirror, then wincing at the same sight as before. "N-no! Lydia look!" I said trying to catch her attention.

"Yeah yeah, I get it, you look hot, we already went through this now come on, we are not gonna be late just because of this." The strawberry proclaimed and didn't even bother to glance at the mirror. But I couldn't look away from it. My hands looked rotten in my reflection, but when I brought them up in front of my face they were normal.

What the holy hell was happening.

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"You really don't remember anything?" The girl that goes by the name Allison says to Lydia, and not me, not that I'm complaining. On the way here Lydia was true to her word and we picked up her friend, which may I say was kind of a hell of a lot nicer then Lydia on this very dreadful morning. We exchanged greetings and all, and I could tell that she was really nice by the way she smiled at me when she got into the backseat of Lydia's car, instead of a judging look like I was expecting. But hey, I guess Lydia was running around in the woods too and she was her best friend.

But for some reason my stomach flipped when I saw here and no matter how much I tell myself that she was an amazing person, I just disliked her. Honestly, I think I should be more disliking toward Lydia then Allison, but I guess the heart wants what the heart wants.

"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying we have no idea why you can't remember running though the woods naked for two days. But, personally, I don't care." Lydia stated while the three of us walked up the school steps. "I lost nine pounds." The strawberry blonde pointed out proudly as she gestured toward her body.

As I stood there awkwardly, letting them have their little best friend moment, I saw Allison smile and laugh a little at how positive Lydia was being. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Allison asked her best friend.

"Oh please." Lydia says, raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow at the brunette in front of her. "It's not like my aunts a serial killer, nor do I have a mental break down when I look at myself in the mirror." She bluntly says to us before swinging around and opening the school doors while Allison and I just stood there with blank faces processing what she just said to us. But once we gave each other a glance of understanding, then raising our heads tall, we walked in after her.

I almost bumped into the frozen Queen Bee as she stood as still as a statue as every student that was lingering in the hall suddenly stopped what they were doing and stared at us like we just killed their cat. I could literally feel Lydia freaking out and looking all around her with wide eyes and everyone started whispering not so subtly to each other. I think that if I reach out I could grasp the judging looks that were sent our way. Ouch.

Looking toward the left side of Lydia I saw Allison's face contort into a sympathetic one as she rolled her lips into her mouth before she bent down whispering, "Maybe it's the nine pounds."

Those words seemed to have struck a cord of confidence, because the Queen flipped her hair back, before strutting down the hallway like royalty, ignoring all of the stares from her peers. Allison and I smiled to ourselves as our Lydia came back and owned the place as we followed after her, but now most of the stares were now directed onto us. I couldn't faintly hear the whispers.

"I heard she was covered in blood when they found her."

"She just ran into the parking lot like a phycotic before she passed out."

"Yeah, she lost all of her memory, I bet she is a drug addict or something."

"Her aunt killed all those people."

My heart skipped a beat at those words as we suddenly started walking a whole lot faster to get away from these people, and all that was going through my thoughts were if this was just us entering the school, imagine how horrible it's gonna be for the rest of the school day.

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I ended up having a free period right when there was lacrosse practice. And since I really didn't want to go into the library just to get looked at like I was Freddie Kruger, and I kid you not, people were looking at me like that all day, I decided to go sit on the cold metal bleachers and watch.

A couple minutes pass before I see Stiles sitting down on the bench in all his lacrosse gear, I was about ready to go down there and say hi but he was talking to a guy. I didn't know his name yet, but I decided to call him Puppy Eyes because when he was walking over to the bench he looked like a sad little puppy that got his chew toy taken away from him.

As I was zoning out looking at random trees, I heard a grunt then looked up to see Stiles getting off the bench and running off toward the couch. What was that about? But before I could even start to question why Stiles ever did something, he came back with a lacrosse stick, but this net was bigger then all the others which made me realize it was a goalie stick. Since he didn't seem to notice me yet I slid down a couple steps so I could hear what they were talking about.

"I told coach you were switching with Danny today." Stiles exclaims excitedly before handing Puppy Eyes the stick. Who was Danny? And why was Puppy Eyes all of a sudden looking even more upset? Man, I really need to catch up on these things.

"But I hate playing goal." Puppy Eyes says to the spaz next to him, looking at him weirdly.

"Remember when I said I had an idea." Stiles stated, raising his eyebrows slightly. "This was the idea." He continues, and makes little hand motions.

"Ohhhhhh." The boy says understandingly while him and Stiles shared a knowing look and Stiles muttering a faint there we go. But when Stiles sits back up after grabbing his gloves, Puppy Eyes turned his head suddenly very confused. "What's the idea?" He asks. I don't even know what they were talking about but even I wanted to face palm myself.

Stiles squinted his eyes at his friend next to him, looking suddenly very disappointed. "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes." He mutters before not so gracefully standing up as he pushed Puppy Eyes toward the field as the coach blew his whistle.

I tried to stop myself from laughing as all the lacrosse players started running in groups onto the field, and I couldn't stop imagining them as little chickens herding together and running around aimlessly.

God I need help.

Most of the players lined up as Puppy Eyes got into goal as some other random dude got ready to defend. When the whistle blew the player caught the ball and started running, but then Puppy Eyes got out of the goal and ran toward him. I don't play the sport, nor do I remember ever watching it, but even I knew that he wasn't suppose to leave the goal, he was kind of, like, the goalie.

I winced as he tackled the person to the ground, well that didn't go to well. Puppy Eyes quickly got up and helped the other person stand, he slightly leaned his head closer to his shoulder. What the hell was he doing? But he stepped away when the coach blew the whistle and yelled "McCall!" Okay, I hope that's his last name because if it's not that would be really weird, and I already have to deal with Stiles, I don't need to have another awaiting conversation with a parent.

"Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the facinity of the actual goal." The coach tells him, while pointing at where he was suppose to be. "Yes coach." He mumbled before returning to his starting position. The same thing happened again, but I could almost hear the sound of.. sniffing? Why the hell is he sniffing him? What the hell is wrong with the people in this town? Why am I asking so many questions that I'm never going to get the answers to?

"What the hell man." The guy that got knocked down said as he was now lying on the ground. "McCall!" The coach yelled again before going up to him. "The positions goal keeper not goal abandannor." Puppy Eyes muttered another sorry coach before the next person was up. But as I thought, he ran and knocked this guy down too as the coach stomped his foot angrily before approaching the player with the number 24 and grabbed his helmet bringing him closer, and then I realized it was Stiles.

"Stillinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend." Coach pointed out before pointing back to the goal Puppy Eyes returned too. I couldn't hear what Stiles mumbled as a reply, but I saw the coach squint toward Puppy Eyes, before muttering, "that's interesting" and let go of Stiles' helmet.

And guess what happened next. Yep, ding ding ding, we have a winner.

The next person got knocked down too, but this time he landed on top of this person. I had to cover my eyes from how bad it was, this kid had some serious issues he needed to deal with. I could hear him sniffing the person below him, before the guy whispered, "it's Armani." McCall hmm'd back at him, confused by the guys statement. I could only shake my head at him. And I thought Stiles was weird.

"My aftershave." The guy stated once again. "It's Armani."

"Oh. It's nice." Puppy Eyes muttered happily before he got up and coach blew the whistle. Again.

"McCall! You come out of that goal one more time you'll be doing suicide runs until you die. It will be the first ever suicide run, that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?" Coach said. I couldn't help but laugh this time, if I knew lacrosse practice was this entertaining, I would have voluntarily come instead of coming here to hide from everyone elses stares.

Stiles whipped his head toward my directon when he heard my laugh, then a grin spread across his face and he waved. I silently waved back as the next guy said he wasn't up for it, and saying his shoulder was hurting. Smart boy. The next boy stepped up, and he was breathing heavily. Either he was super angry, or he was super nervous. I couldn't really tell which. This time when "the goalie" ran out, the defender just stepped aside and let him go for it. They both collided, but this time they both landed on their hands and knees in front of each other.

They just looked at each other, but I heard a radio go off so I looked down the direction where the sound was coming from, and three police officers, well two since I recognized Sheriff Stiliinski in the middle, started walking onto the field. Everyone else noticed it too because they followed my lead and looked at the cops confused. The two boys kneeling down on the rough looking grass looked toward the cops, then quickly back toward each other. "Don't tell them." Number 14 whispered. "Please don't tell them."

Tell them what? What didn't he want Puppy Eyes to tell them? God, why was I still asking myself questions?

Number 14 got called over by the police, he took off his helmet but all I could see was the curly brown locks on the back of his head. I quickly got up and went up to Stiles and his very weird friend. "His fathers dead." Puppy Eyes whispers to Stiles, them both not noticing my presence yet. "I think he was murdered." He continues. How the hell he could hear what they were saying is beyond me, honestly everything that has happened today is beyond me.

"Wait, are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles whispers to his friend. "Not sure, why?" His friend asked Stiles, but then Stiles noticed me there. "Oh, Persephone! How long have you been there!?" He says loudly, almost like he was making sure his friend heard him before they both quickly turned toward me. "Not long, what's with that guy?" I ask, trying to act like I totally wasn't eavesdropping on their conversation. "His dad was m-" Puppy Eyes started to say before Stiles yelled a quick, "Nothing!" before looking back to his dad. I was about to ask another question but he interrupted again.

"Hey, Persephone, could you please go to my bag and get my water bottle, my throat is really dry." He asked, before rubbing his throat. "Okay..." I say awkwardly before going back to the bleachers and looking into his bag. I could hear them suddenly start whispering really fast to each other as I walked away, like they were trying to finish their conversation before I got back.

And you know what was even weirder? There was no water bottles in Stiles' backpack. He was keeping something from me, and I was gonna find out what.

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The next class of the day I had with Stiles and his friend, which I learned who's name is Scott, and not in fact Puppy Eyes or McCall, which I guess was a little bit of relief for the part of my brain that has to remember names. They both smiled at me when I entered the room, while everyone else looked at me, once again, like a serial killer. I took a seat in a empty lab table because I'm afraid that if I sat by someone they would god forbid have an aneurysm.

I've only been in this class for a matter of minutes and I've already established that Mr. Harris, the teacher, is an asshole. So, when I looked over toward Stiles' table and saw Stiles throw a ball at the back of his head I was internally cheering. I laughed along with the rest of the class as he whipped around so fast I'm surprised he didn't snap his neck, which I wouldn't mind that much. "Who in the hell did that." Mr. Harris muttered angrily.

Scott and Stiles both pointed at each other, and I laughed even more, causing Stiles to look my way and send me a wink, which caused me to roll my eyes back at him. Mr. Asshole, oh— excuse me, sorry— Mr. Harris decided to just send them both to the principles since none of the class was spitting out the name of who did it. I'm pretty sure everyone was silently loving the fact that someone had the guts to throw something at him, so no snitches were exposed, just silent amused looks.

After another 30 minutes of Mr. Harris droning on about things that would never help me in life, the bell saved me and I scurried out of the classroom. I wondered the halls looking for a certain strawberry blonde that was my ride home, and if she left me here to fend for myself I was going to skin her alive and hang it up on my wall.

Okay, well obviously I wasn't going to do that because, ew, but she would still get a piece of my mind.

I eventually found her talking to a guy opening his locker. I recognized him from on the lacrosse field from practice earlier, figures. She was saying something, but when she realized that he wasn't paying attention she huffed then snappily said, "Jackson can you please just look at me for like half a second!"

He sighs, then slams his locker shut before turning to the angry Lydia behind him. Even from a distance I could tell he was attractive, but he seemed a bit to Jackassy for me. Pun intended. "If you haven't of found me that night and carried me back I could have died." She exclaimed. Wait, what? Another question to go on Persephone's question list of the day. I need like a manual or something.

"So— I just.." She started, and I could see Jackson roll his eyes at her. "I wanted to say thank you." She finishes.

Jackson quickly laughed at her. "Lydia, we're not," he gestured to the two of them, "getting back together." I could hear the cockiness in his voice. Oh if looks could kill my friend, if looks could kill.

"What?" Lydia says, shocked.

"Just because I kept you from bleeding out on the field once, don't expect me to come running when you start screaming." He says rudely. "I wasn't—" Lydia started to say but he just talked over her.

"I'm not responsible for you!" He snaps with wide eyes, looking at her like she was nothing. I could literally feel Lydia's sadness from here, I mean I get the whole 'not getting back together thing' but that was just a low blow.

"Okay.. I mig— I will give you one piece of advice." Jackass continues. Oh that boy has nerve, I hope he gets attacked by a..... a bunny, yeah. A bunny works, they can be vicious if they wanted to right? Maybe a dolphin... yeah. Dolphins are vicious. I hope he gets attacked by a dolphin.

"If I were you I'd stay home tonight." Jackson says with a blank face. He starts to walk past Lydia, but she is Lydia Martin and she doesn't let anyone have the last word, so she turns with him.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" She snaps out at him. "What's tonight?"

A cocky grin/smirk looking thing crossed his mouth. See this is why she should be with Stiles, Stiles is good. They shall be known as.....Stydia. Yes, they will be Stydia and they will be my squishy.... Okay so I may or may not have watched Finding Nemo last night, sue me.

"It's a full moon." He says still smirking before walking away from her. But I agree with him though, all the crazies come out on full moons. When he's out of sight I whistle lowly before walking over to the strawberry blonde that is trying to figure out what just happened. I lightly pat her back.

"That's why you go for nerds, nerds are sure as hell of a lot nicer then that." I tell her. She just glares at me and struts done the hallway. Yeah, I think she's gonna be okay.

"Movie night?" I suggest.

"Movie night." She agrees.

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>>Song of the Chapter- Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab<<

Well..... That escalated quickly.

I would like to thank all of you for all the support I already have for this book, and it's only the third chapter. I love you, I love you, I love you.

What do you think is wrong with Persephone? Do you think something wrong with her brain, or do you think she's something supernatural? *gasp*

But hey, it's beacon hills, anything is possible.

And I would also like to apologize for not updating a little sooner, we started adding more letters to math equations in Algebra, so shout out to you Satan, I just wanna send a big thanks your way, your the MVP.