Sorry for shut a short chapter buts it's been 3 days since the last update and I don't like keeping people waiting.

"Our story is already written for us. And one day, our stories crossed in a way I didn't want them to. You were a part of a chapter in my life, and I was apart of a chapter in yours. Be eventually we got to the end of our chapter, but all we can do is keep reading.... Because we can't change fate." I closed my journal, eyes fixating on Jeremy's grave.

"Y'know... now that I know you're somewhat safe from all of this danger... I feel okay. I know you can't be harmed more than you already have been. I know you'll be safe from the Alpha pack, and you didn't even have to reawaken the werewolf gene." I squatted down and sat next to his grave, taking the old flowers out and replacing them with new ones. I grabbed one of the dead flowers, placing it on top of Jeremy's grave.

I sat in silence for a moment before clicking my tongue. "I wish you didn't see it. You should have just... stayed in Henry's bedroom."

I spun around when I heard a faint voice in the wind, looking around in confusion. "Hello?" I called out, shaking it off as the wind rolling in my ears. I huffed, turning back around and staring at the engravings on the stone.

"The last time I was in this place before your funeral... Gerard showed up for his daughters funeral. I didn't know Kate, but I knew she wasn't good." I was in silence again, messing with the hem of my coat. "Then again... the last time I was here was for your funeral."

Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I sighed quietly. "Maybe I'll see you again. When this all blows over, or when I die. We will be together again, little brother." I rested my head on the gravestone, inhaling sharply before standing up, grabbing my journal and walking back to my car.

Before I opened the door, that voice in the gust of wind came back, and I spun around, the voice incoherent but as clear as glass.

Like true wind, it whispered in my ear.

"I'm here."

I yelped, falling back into my car and turned my head in all directions. There were two voices it sounded like.

Stiles... and Jeremy. But I couldn't tell who it sounded more like.

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I bit my nails anxiously, leg bouncing up and down as I sat at my desk, staring at the web page.

"Eichen House is a health center that has existed at least since the 1940s during World War II, when it acted as the field hospital for Camp Oak Creek. Because of the way it was built, it gained the moniker "Echo House" because of the fact that all of the sounds inside of the building echo throughout the halls, allowing everyone inside to hear almost every loud sound no matter where they are."

I laughed at the idiotic idea of checking myself into there, slamming the laptop shut and looking out the window.

I'm not crazy enough to be sent there. Not sane enough to be considered okay. I just had to deal with it. Maybe the death of Jeremy has finally sunk into my subconscious and is making me see and hear things.

Maybe it's making me want to drive myself away from Stiles so he won't get hurt. But then again, all of his friends are werewolves or deal with supernatural shit.

Maybe if something worth checking myself into a place that actually makes people clinically insane, then I'd consider myself crazy.