05. Abuse Persephone Day

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" A gruff voice says before I'm getting shoved out of the way, quite harshly might I add.

Lydia and I had been walking to our next class when we got graced with the presence of Jackass. Jackson had grabbed Lydia by the arm and pushed her up against the wall, her green eyes wide and filled with fear. "What!" Lydia says loudly trying to break out of his grip. I try to force my legs to move but they stay in place as I rub my sore shoulder— my injured shoulder. It just had to be that shoulder didn't it?

"Show it to me, show it to me, c'mon." Jackson demanded to Lydia holding his hand out like he was waiting for a present. He tries to reach into her pocket, but Lydia quickly smack his hand away and yells, "are you out of your mind?!"

"Nothing happened to you, it's like.." I could hear Jackson faintly mutter while he kept staring at the terrified strawberry blonde. "Its like yo-you're immune." He states. Immune? Immune to what? God, first the whole Scott running thing, now this. I don't know how much more my poor brain could take today.

"I don't have a clue about what you are talking about!" Lydia whispers to him. Yeah, that makes two of us. Even from a couple feet away I could tell that she was about to cry, I knew that Lydia still cared for Jackson— loved him even. And don't ask me why because I'm trying to figure that out myself.

Jackson finally snaps and pushes Lydia into the wall again, but this time much more violently."You.. whatever it is, your blood, your saliva, whatever soul killing substance is running through your veins, you, you did this to me!" He growls at her while pointing at himself. Lydia is shaking and tears are falling down her face, she looks helpless. And Lydia Martin is definitely not helpless.

"Hey!" I shout at Jackass. I shove his shoulder and push him away from the crying girl. "What the hell is wrong wi—" I couldn't even finish my sentence before he shoved me again, and this time I hit the ground.

"You ruined it for me!" He yelled at Lydia again. "You ruined everything!"

His screams were so loud that people in the halls started looking toward the scene where Jackson was yelling at a crying girl, and I was laying on the ground groaning in pain. He then walks away from us in all his Jackass glory, not even sparing us a glance.

Yeah, definitely trying to still figure it out myself.

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After Lydia had just disappeared without a trace, I went to the nurses office for an ice pack. I was rubbing my sore shoulder and I was worried that my stitches had been ripped, but there wasn't any blood so that had to be a good sign. The nurse didn't even glance at me as she pointed to the small fridge in the corner of the bland room. It reminded me of the hospital, and I was starting to miss just being able to lay down and do nothing, but there was a mystery of Scott McCall and Stiles Stillinski to be solved.

Pressing the cold pack to my shoulder I walked out, I didn't even know if we were allowed to take them out of the nurses office, but I could care less. There was a lot of commotion coming from the cafeteria and I knew that lunch had started, I stumbled toward the double doors and into the crowded room. I instantly saw the buzz cut haired Stiles sitting at a new table with a darker skinned boy. Stiles had a devilish look on his face, but when didn't he? The other boy looked very annoyed.

"C'mon man, do you see the piece of crap Jeep I drive!" Stiles says while doing some weird thing with his head. Oh Stiles....

"Do you see the piece of crap bus that I take?" The other boy replied. I instantly decided that I liked this guy. I walked toward them, the boy looked at me before looking away. Stiles just scooted over so I could sit. Defeated, Stiles let out a sigh and throws a $10 bill on the lunch table. The boy then smiles like he just won the lottery. Stiles smiles back, while tilting his head back and I let out a snort.

Stiles smacked me on the leg. God, what it is, abuse Persephone day?

They are both still smiling as the boy takes out a pair of keys, Stiles quickly grabs them and says thank you and grabs me by the arm and drags me away like a rag doll. All this pushing and shoving is getting on my nerves, and if people didn't stop someone was going to have a pair of matching broken fingers by the end of the day. I then get shoved into a seat at the table that Scott is sitting at. Stiles said something about Scott's work while I payed attention to the food on Stiles' plate. I quickly grabbed the orange from his tray while he was distracted.

"What are the keys for anyway?" I ask while peeling back a layer of the orange in my hands. Stiles just pushes his pointer finger against my lips to get me to shut up while he waited for Scott to answer him. If he couldn't feel my eyes glaring holes into the side of his head right now, I am mildly concerned. But then I realize that he was looking toward the door of the cafeteria along with the rest of the lunchroom.

Erica struts through the doors wearing a tight black skirt, a white v-neck and a leather jacket, ending it off with a pair of cheetah print high heels. Her hair was perfectly curled, no acne was visible. Her eyeliner lined her eyes along with some red lipstick. This was not the scared-and-epileptic-freak-Erica that I had met yesterday, this was hot-as-hell-and-confident-Erica. I couldn't help but smile as everyone was looking at her in awe. She grabbed an apple off of a random persons plate and took a bite, then wiped her mouth as the guys mouth was wide open. Serves everyone right for making fun of her all the time.

I jump about 3-feet in the air as hands hit against the table. Perfectly manicured hands. Lydia stares at Erica in total shock. "What...the holy hell....is that?"

"It's Erica...." Scott says before him and Stiles shoot up and run after her retreating figure. Oh no no no, no more secrets kept from Persephone. I quickly threw my orange on the table before running after them, my bag hitting my side every step I take.

They slam the doors open that lead to the parking lot before stopping. From the space in between them I could see a black Camaro, and a guy in sunglasses sitting there in the front seat as Erica smirks as she climbs into the passenger seat. The guy— very hot guy— grins at us before speeding off.

"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on!" I yell.

Stiles just sighs as Scott glares at the car racing away from here.

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Apparently the keys were for the ice rink.

And now I am standing here in the freezing cold, all dolled up thanks to Lydia, while I watch as Scott struggles to skate, Allison laughing at him.

Stiles and Lydia were finishing up tying their skates as I sit struggling, it was not a good day. I tried weaving and lacing them up, but the final product wasn't near as what it was suppose to be. I groaned as Lydia said something about if it could get any colder in here. Stiles then open his backpack before handing Lydia a orange shirt. He is grinning like an idiot, but the thing is he is an idiot. She is wearing blue. Blue and orange, together, in one outfit, on the Lydia Martin, I think not. God, he is such a noob.

"I'm wearing blue." Lydia tells him with a duh expression. He just kind of stares at the shirt in total confusion.

"Orange and blue, not a good combination."

He looks at her wide eyed, "B-but it's the colors of the mets..." This boy needed some serious flirting lessons...

Lydia lifts up her shaped eyebrows. Stiles throws his hands up in the air in defeat before putting the shirt back in his bag. I unlace my skate once again— maybe 6th times a charm. I hear a wrinkle of a wrapper, I turn my head once again to see Stiles holding out a package of Reese's to the strawberry blonde, she takes it with a smile, and he smiles for his accomplishment. There you go Stiles! Ada boy.

Mental note: Give Stiles a pat on the back later.

"Okay.. um, maybe orange and blue is not the best.. but you know— um.." Don't you do it, Stiles. Don't you do it.

"Sometimes there's other things that wouldn't be a good combination, and end up being like a perfect combination. You know, like... two people.. together.." Oh god, no...

"Who no one ever thought would be together.. ever.." I can't watch this anymore, cue pained facial expression.

"I can see that." Lydia admits, Stiles snapping his head toward her.

"Y-you can?" He says, and I can almost feel the happiness radiating off him. Oh god he did it...

"Yeah." Lydia says smiling. "They're cute together."

He turns toward where Lydia's eyes are trained. Scott and Allison. I told you not to do it Stiles, I told you. "Oh yeah... them. Cute." He mumbles "Adorable."

They walk to the ice rink, and immediately Lydia started skating around like a pro, doing turns and twirls. I hobble over to the dumbfounded Stiles with my messed up skates before stepping onto the ice, expecting to fall, but ended up standing perfectly still. "Come on, lover boy." I say as I grabbed Stiles hand and skated over to Lydia. I let go of his hand as Lydia stops spinning. "Well.. c'mon!" She says, then grabs his hand and skated to the other side.

I started moving slowly, still scared of falling and hurting myself. But once I realized that it wasn't going to happen I started going faster, adding in some turns. As I gained speed I got an urge to jump, so I did. When I landed I did a twirl and kept skating. Spin and twirls shimmied into my skating routine. Every time I landed something, I laughed and smiled. Maybe I was a figure skater or something, I doubt it though. I can't really imagine myself in a leotard and skating around. But I can't really imagine myself doing anything since I can't remember anything.

I stopped to see Scott do a total dive onto the ice, ouch. Lydia knelt down across the rink, picking up something that I couldn't see. Scott and Allison headed toward the photo booth while Stiles and I just skated around while keeping an eye on Lydia.

"Could you hear my mental advice earlier?" I asked.

"What?" He asked confused.

"On the bleachers, I was giving you mental advice. I told you not to do it, but just like all those people in horror movies, you didn't listen, and look where that got you guys. People should really start listening to me."

"Well, I'm sorry oh your Royal Highness, that I can't read minds, you should have gave me some kind of signal or something!" Stiles says with wide eyes.

"A signal? What kind of signal?" I ask while laughing.

"I don't know, something— anything! Like you could have hit the bleachers a bunch of times, or I don't know.. threw your ice skate at me, it would have been less embarrassing."

"It was pretty bad.."

"Was it really that bad?"

"Well...."

"Oh god. Yeah, this is all your fault. You could have just straight out screamed for all I care—" But Stiles' sentence was cut off by an actual ear piercing scream. Lydia was still knelt down, but this time in the middle of the rink, her hands beat red like she was digging in the ice.

"Lydia!" We both yelled at the same time.

We skated over to her, before trying to pry her hands away from the ice. She was screaming and crying and to be honest, it terrified me. Stiles had his arms wrapped around her and was trying to keep her hands away from the ice, it looked like she was screaming from whatever was in the ice, but there wasn't anything there.

Scott and Allison burst through the doors, looking at us in horror. Stiles gave me a desperate look, I was already knelt down and wiping her tears. "Lydia? Lydia!" I was yelling at her now. But she wouldn't stop.

I locked eyes with Scott because I didn't know what do, and neither did he.

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I put my trembling hands underneath the running cold water of the bathroom sink at the ice rink. Lydia had finally stopped screaming, but she was still crying, Allison had brought her out to the car. Stiles and Scott were making sure everything was turned off and as it was before since we weren't suppose to be here.

I cupped my hands under the water and brought the cool water to my hot face. I wanted to cry, but crying wouldn't help. Crying wouldn't fix this horrible day. I knew that my makeup was all smeared now, and I slowly lifted my head, my eyes squeezed shut tight not wanting to look at the mirror that was right in front of me.

I am not crazy. I am not insane. I am not a freak. Just lost. And when I open my eyes, everything is going to be okay.

It wasn't okay.

A screech left my throat as the same vision as before appeared. The rotted skin— the gross color of veins. I started crying and shut my eyes. Why is this happening? What is wrong with me? I prepped myself to open my eyes again. They peeled open, my hands pressed against my mouth so I wouldn't scream. I inched my face toward the mirror, and touched my cheek. It was soft and smooth unlike the image I was seeing. A sob erupted and I looked away. My vision was hazy and I stumbled, but stayed upright. Looking at the mirror again, this time I looked at my eyes, and unlike before they we glowing. Like, full out glowing a bright yellow. Another scream escaped as I stumbled toward the mirror once again.

"Persephone!" Someone yelled before rushing through the door, I tried turning away from the mirror before he could see— but it was too late. Maybe it was only me, maybe I hit my head and messed something up and I really just am crazy. But the look on Stiles' face stated otherwise. Wide, terrified, confused. That's what his eyes showed, and trust me, I was feeling the exact same thing.

"Scott!" His strained voice yelled as I sobbed and dropped to my knees. Another figure ran through the door.

"What? What's wrong now!" Scott yelled while looking at me.

"She...mirror..what.." He muttered before blinking multiple time before he stepped toward me. But I lashed out on him, I hit him on the shoulder and kicked him away from me because he was gonna show Scott. He was gonna make me look again, and I didn't want to look again. Never. Never again. I was a freak.

"Persephone, stop!" Stiles yelled before grabbing my hands away from him, and pulled me up, I started struggling and sobbing me. No, not again. Not again.

"Remember when Allison told us about what Lydia said in the car, something about having a mental breakdown when she looked at the mirror, look." He said before facing me toward our reflection. My eyes were closed. No, not again. Not again.

"Woah.." I heard him say in shock. Another sob left my throat and I stopped struggling as I sagged against Stiles' body. He didn't flinch away from me, I don't think I would be able to handle it if he did. He was the first friend that I had made here, and I couldn't lose him. I couldn't have him look at me like I was a freak.

"Persephone, open your eyes." Stiles said while still holding me in place. I shook my head squeezed them shut tighter. "Please, just, open your eyes..."

It took a while, but eventually I did. I flinched back against Stiles farther at the sight. The skin.. The veins.. The teeth.. and oh god the eyes. "Her eyes look like yours." Stiles said to his wide eyed friend behind him.

"Yeah, well this sure doesn't happen when I look into a mirror, Stiles!" Scott yells.

"Do— do you think that she's the thing that you saw at Isaac's house?" Stiles mutters.

"I don't know."

"Do you think that she's the one that killed Isaac's dad?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think that she's like you?"

"I don't know, Stiles!" Scott yells at his best friend. Stiles released his grip on me, but didn't move away.

I just stood there, staring at the monster in front of me. Maybe I was whatever they were talking about. I couldn't even remember anything about my past life, maybe I did do the things they said, then forgot about it. Maybe I went into a fugue state.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

I'm sick and tired of maybes, and don't knows, and can't remembers.

My eyes started to dim down back to its original green color, the glowing yellow disappearing. But the skin didn't. It didn't disappear at all.

"I—I think that we have to.." Scott mutters, looking at Stiles with dreadful eyes.

"Oh, please don't say it."

"Maybe he knows something that we don't!" Scott tells him.

"Or maybe he will just kill her for even being a suspect," Stiles told him back.

"I won't let that happen.." Scott says with his eyes trained on me. "Bu—but we have to take her to Derek."

"This is so not going to end well." Stiles mutters, before grabbing my arms and gently pushing me out of the bathroom and far, far away from the mirror where everything fell apart.

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"Why are you taking her to Derek?" Allison persists again as she puts the strawberry blonde in her car while Stiles and Scott walked me to Stiles jeep.

"Because of... something." Stiles simply said.

"And what is this something?" Allison asks again.

"This something, is a something that needs to be talked about with Derek." Stiles replies vaguely while putting me in the backseat. I would have laughed at how ridiculous he was being, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Monster. Freak. Crazy.

"I'll tell you tomorrow but we gotta go." Scott says before they rush to their seats, Stiles backing out and leaving the ice rink.

I was so out of it right now that I didn't even think about putting on a seat belt. I didn't even know how long we were driving for before we stopped. Stiles rounded his car and opened my door, he dragged me out before walking me toward a train car. In the doorway was the guy driving the Camaro from earlier. "What do you want?" He asked gruffly and unamused.

"Um, well this thing happened.. and, we have this— uh.. theory. But it's a theory, not a fact, because we don't know, and.. yeah, and we thought that you would want to know— or see, however you want to put it but, uh.."

"Stiles!" Scott said, stopping the boy from his rambling.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Do you gotta mirror in there somewhere?" Stiles asks the older man.

Just the word mirror brought me out of my state, and my breathing hitched. No, no, I will not let another person see me like that, especially this complete stranger. I shot out of Stiles' grip before running away from the group. Not again, not again...

"Persephone, stop!" Stiles shouted, he ran after me, but then Scott was in front of me and grabbing my arms and dragging me back.

"No! No! Not again!" I said while trying to break free, but Scott was a lot stronger then I gave him credit before. "Scott, please, don't." I was crying again, and hitting and kicking but he got me into the train car. Stiles ended up finding a full body mirror in a random room and set it up.

"Stop, stop! Stiles, make it stop!" I yelled and closing my eyes tight. Not again, not again. I could feel more people step into the room, but I refused to open my eyes to see who it was.

I could feel Scott pushing me forward, I could hear myself sobbing, I could feel my knees hit the hard pavement ground as my legs gave out. The room was eerily silent, and I knew that it was too late. "What the hell..." I heard the older guy mutter before I was stood up again.

"What the hell are you!" He yelled, but I refused to open my eyes. I could feel my body slam into the ground again as he dropped me, before grabbing my arms again and hoisting me up. "Let me try that again, what are you?" I heard him ask. What does that even mean. What are you? Monster. Freak. Crazy. That's what I was.

"Derek! Derek" Scott shouted. "She doesn't know okay, why do you think we brought her here!"

"Are you the one that killed Isaac's dad? Broke into his house!" I heard Derek yell.

"I don't know!" I finally yelled back, opening my eyes to meet blazing red ones. I screamed and jumped back, and away from him. Red eyes.... Who the hell even has red eyes?

"Derek, you're scaring her!" Stiles says, "She doesn't know what she is, look, she doesn't even know what you are!"

"It could be her, Scott! She just ends up in this town, lost all her memories, pretty good set up, nicely done." Derek then grabs me off the floor again. Here we go again with abusing Persephone...

"Put me down!" I yell at him as I struggle to get out of his grip.

"I said, put me—"

"Down." A voice to my right says. "She said put her down."

• a/n Crying because I'm excited about the next chapter. Wooooooo.

>>Song of the Chapter- I Must Be Dreaming by The Maine<<

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