08. Persephone And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I woke up to a frightened scream.

Shooting out of bed, stumbling in a tired haze, I ran into Lydia's room where Ms. Martin was standing there horrified looking down at Lydia's bloody sheets.

"Lydia!" I yell terrified that some supernatural creature (yes, those still exist) got to her in the middle of the night. But, I saw the shaking strawberry blonde sitting in her bed, very much alive and stable.

"What did you do?!" Ms. Martin says worriedly as she takes her daughters hands, turning them over to find her knuckles cut like she has punched something sharp. "Oh my god! What did you do to yourself?" But Lydia didn't reply, just looked up confused, but then her eyes trained on something beside me and her eyes went wide.

The mirror was broken, cracked into pieces, blood smeared all over it and I took a wild guess that it came from Lydia's knuckles.

"Lydia, sweetheart, why did you do that?" No words came from the scared teens mouth. "Lydia?" Her mother asks even more apprehensive. But she only shook her head, not knowing the answer.

"I will... I will go get some bandages." Ms. Martin states before leaving the room so it was only the two of us.

"Do you remember doing it?" I asked softly, coming to sit on the edge of her bed.

"No, but Persephone, ever since that night of the dance... there's just this feeling inside of me. And I'm terrified, I'm just always terrified and I don't even know what for. I can't remember punching the mirror, or running through the woods, I just— don't remember. Can't remember. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You think there is something wrong with you? Look at who you are talking to Lydia. The freak of the town. But we will go to the counselor today like we promised, and we will figure things out." I inform her before bringing her into a hug.

"Figure out why I am going insane? Lovely." Lydia sighs, wrapping her arms around me.

"Well, from the words of Alice In Wonderland and Norman Bates, we all go a little mad sometimes."

"You will be okay." I whisper. "I promise."

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The waiting room chairs were uncomfortable and itchy on my thighs.

We had been sitting here for about five minutes, waiting for one of us to be able to go talk to Ms. Morell. Bored Persephone had decided to pick off all of the little lint balls from her sweater, and let me tell you, no improvement has been seen yet.

"Thank you." Lydia randomly says, too cheery for what happened this morning. I turned my head to look at her, as she was turning away from the empty chair beside her. My eyes circled the whole waiting room and I was for sure that no one else was in there with us. My eyebrows drew together in confusion.

She turned her head again as she was talking to someone, "Really?" She says in a conceited tone.

Still confused, I thought. I am, definitely, still very confused.

"I have an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life." She states, getting annoyed. Is she talking to a ghost? If she is talking to a ghost I am so out, I am so done. Noooo more supernatural shit for Persephone. My little mind is still trying to grasp the concept of werewolves.

"You?" She asks. I sit foward in my chair, craning my head to where Lydia is looking at. There is no one there. Seriously, no one. I sit back and rub my aching temples.

"Are you ready, Lydia?" Ms. Morell asks, opening her office door. She stands up, grabs her bag, and scurries off into her office without another word.

She's just tired that all. I think to myself.

Tired people don't speak to invisible friends, my conscious reminds me.

Scrunching my face up, I switch to Lydia's chair, and squint my eyes trying to catch a glimpse of any sort of apparition or just anything. I even swoop my hands through the air a couple times where the empty seat was. Nothing.

Huffing and throwing my head back to lay on the wall I continue to sit there. "I thought I had problems." A girl mutters as she stood in the entryway to the couciling office. I didnt even hear her come in. She left quickly, probably weirded out by my actions.

"Yeah! Well! Everyone is special in their own ways!" I yell out to the retreating girl. This is obviously not going to be a good day at all.

The door to the office was slightly cracked, I could only hear faint mumbling until I heard Lydia say, "Why? Because sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most?"

My curious and snooping radars went off and I went closer to the door to listen. I could catch a glimpse of Lydia looking out into the waiting room, but not where I was sitting, but to where she was "talking" to someone earlier.

"Indeed." Ms. Morell states sounding impressed. "Did you read that somewhere?"

"I don't know. Maybe I heard it."

"Well.. it sounds like whoever said it left an impression." They both got up out of their seats and I scurried to sit back down in time.

"Persephone." Ms. Morell nodded at me and I switched places with Lydia.

"See you in class?" I ask the strawberry blonde. She just nodded and left without another word.

"So, I have been waiting for the chance to talk to you, it sems like you have been the talk of the school lately."

"Yeah, I'm sure I have been. I would say what I have heard, but I'm sure that I was taught that if I didn't have anything nice to say to not say anything at all." I point out.

"It will die down, it just takes some people a while to grasp someone that's different." She states.

"What?" I whisper, jumping to conclusions and think that she's talkng about my supernatural type diferences.

"Having amnesia." She says, looking up at my sudden worriedness. "Some people turn away at the thought of something or someone different. Scared for change." She keeps her eyes trained on me like she is waiting for another outburst.

"But.. like I said. Things will die down, especially with everything happening in the town lately." Flashes of werewolves and the night at the car shop pop into my mind but I blink them away, hoping to change the subject, but she does before I get the chance.

"Have you remembered anything new since you have woken up?" She asks.

"No, not really. I mean, no. Just had this dream. I guess you could say it was a really vivid one because still to this day I can't really figure out if it was real or not. It didn't seem like a dream, more like a type of memory you could say."

"May I ask what it was about?"

"I was running through the woods, and these... men, they were chasing me. And when they finally caught me they were saying I wasn't human and shouldn't be alive, how much of a freak I was. And they kept... saying how they killed my mother." A moment of silence passed.

"Can I tell you something about dreams? They are an expression of what you are repressing during the time you are awake. And dreams where you are getting chased usually mean you are avoiding something. Would you perhaps be avoiding the person you were? Or trying to avoid remembering that person?"

Her words made me think, but I have never found myself trying not to remember, it had always been the opposite.

"No." I answered her honestly.

"The thing about amnesia is that you yourself may not remember, but part of you does. Your memories can't simply dissapear into thin air, they are still there, just repressed. Maybe a part of you is stopping you from remembering because deep down, you don't want to. Maybe someting traumatic happened, which is indeed a cause of amnesia in some cases."

"Well, it would make sense, but I don't know because I can't remember." I tell her desperately.

"And that's okay. " She reassures me. "Give it time. You will remember eventually."

"But what if I don't? What if I never remember?"

"But what if you do?"

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As I walk out of the office I see Scott walking by himself and I go to walk with him. I know that since him and Allison couldn't be seen together he has been quite a debby downer but I decided to take my chances.

"Hey Scotty! How are yo—" But then I was shoved away by a hyperactive Stillinski that was trying to get to his best friend, but unfortunately my bad shoulder had been slammed into some freaking body builder that was walking by and I cried out in pain.

"Sorry! I didn't mean t— and Scott wait Allison sai— wait, are you okay? Do you need to be taken to the hospital or anyt— her grandpa has a book like th— seriously though are you oka—"

"STILES!" Scott and I yelled at the boy talking gibberish.

"Oh, sorry. Anyway, Allison said that her grandfather has a book like that, and do you need to go to the hospital?"

"Where does he keep it?" Scott asks him, but Stiles was waiting for me to answer.

"No. Doesn't mean that it didn't hurt like a bit—"

"Okay, Scott, I will ask her." And he was running down the hall again.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Allison and I's way of communicating." He sighs like a sad puppy that he is.

"I'm sorry, that must suck." I inform him.

"Yeah, yeah it does. But it's better then getting shot in the head by a hunter." He sighs as he opened his locker, but it was only slammed shut by Stiles huffing and puffing.

"She....said....his...office...ahhhh" He groans in pain from running all over the school. I would offer to do it since I was a pretty decent runner but the idiot shoved me into a brick teenager.

"Okay, well, how do we get into his office?"

"I don't know! Go figure it out, Scott!"

"I can't!" He said annoyed. Stiles breathed in deeply, took a breath of his inhaler, and went on his merry way.

In about five minutes he had retuned breathing in agony. "We need his keys."

"Okay, how do we get them."

"Thinking maybe we jump him, he's like 70, he won't even remember it was us." Stiles tells us.

"We aren't jumping our principle, Stiles. Maybe we just get in trouble and look around and see if we can find it."

"No! I am not taking a detention again."

"Oh hey, there is a lacrosse game today!" I state as I saw a poster on the wall.

"Maybe you use your super speed and just swipe them out of his hands when he goes to unlock his door."

"We are trying to do it without getting caught."

"Yeah, that's why I said super speed."

"Yo, guys, lacrosse game. Maybe he will go." I try to join the conversation.

"I'm fast, Stiles, but not that fast." Scott sighs.

"Then knock him out first."

"Wait... there is a lacrosse game tonight! We can somehow get it then!" Scott says excited. I glare at him as hard as I could before they started running down the hall, me not even trying to go catch up with them.

"That was my idea...." I mutter sadly.

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"Come on!! Is that thing even a teenager!" Coach Finstock yells. I had to agree with him though because that...kid, on the field, was definitely not a kid.

"I want to see a birth certificate!" I sigh at the kid moaning in pain on the grassy plane, Stiles face scrunching up as he could actually feel his pain.

My fingers kept tapping on the skin of my knee as my eyes kept searching for Lydia. She had promised she would be out in a minute, but it had been longer than that and I was becoming very worried. Coach sat next to Stiles, giving me a distraction to stop worrying for at least a second. "Who, or what, is that genetic experiment going on?"

"Eddie Abomowitz, coach. They call him the Abomination." Stiles said with a shake of his head. I turned my head kind of sideways thinking about how much the kid weighed. I couldn't figure it out.

"Oh that's cute." Coach sighed. I kind of zoned out for a minute trying to guess the numer like those jars in stores that say hey, guess how many jellybeans are in me and you might win something. I guess it was safe to say I wasn't going to win something.

"Hey, hey, she got them. Allison got the keys." Stiles says while bumping me while he scrambled to get off the bench. I went to go follow suite but then something squished under my foot. I had stepped on a piece of gum.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Really?!"

"Persephone!" Stiles says aggravated before grabbing my arm.

"I steped in gum, Stiles! Doyou know how disgusting that is? Gum!"

"Well worry about it later." As we approached Allison my stomach felt like it was turning, like I was watching a scary movie . I had always felt uneasy around Allison, I had never known why, and part of me always just never kind of liked her like I should have. Not like what I felt with Lydia. But with every step I came more and more unhinged, my breathing had increased and I felt like tearing the grass up from the ground. It was weird. It scared me.

Stiles took the keys from her hands, but then she frowned at me seeing there was something wrong. I was about to tell her I was fine, but then I made eye contact with her grandfather and I was set on fire.

I was sweating uncontrollably, my hands shaking, my throat had dried up majorly like I hadn't drank anything in days. I felt as if I couldn't breathe, but then my wrists started hurting. It was the most abnormal thing to happen in this kind of situation, I hissed in pain as if something was stabbing me, beacsue it felt like something was.

"Persephone?" Allison and Stiles asked me, but their voices were far away. They were on dry land and I was underwater drowning.

"I..I need to go to the bathroom." I hastily replied before kicking off my shoes and making a run for it.

"Persephone!" Stiles yelled after me since I was suppose to help him find the book, but there was something wrong, and I could only guess it was something supernatural and it didnt need to be revealed in front of a large crowd of people.

Shoving the bathroom door open, I stumbled inside. The room was spinning, and my eye sight was becoming more fuzzy by the minute. Again, there was a sharp pang in my wrists, I cried out, but then blood started dripping from them. A little hint of a spike was protruding from my wrist, like a bone was sticking out. I cried out again, because this wasn't something in a mirror. It was actually happening.

"Persephone?" Someone calls out, I couldn't tell who it was because all I could focus on was the immense pain I was in and the spike that kept becoming more and more visible. I could feel the tiled cool ground beneath me, and I knew I had fallen to a heap. My heart was racing, I was hyperventilating, and I was in pain. Oh god, so much pain.

"What the hell? Persephone!" Someone was cradling me in their arms but I couldn't see who it was and I could barely hear over my sobs. My hands shook as I raised them up into my small line of vision. There was spikes, actual spikes sticking out of my arm about six inches.

"What the hell is happeneing to me?" I cried out.

"I don't know.... I don't know." The person above me whispered, and the only thing I registered before my eyes shut to the never ending oblivion of darkness, was that it was Isaac that was holding me.

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Persephone is doing some weird supernatural shit.