I rolled out of bed the next morning with a stiff back and sore eyes. For some reason, last night was the most uncomfortable night I've had in weeks. I decided to sleep in my own bed, mainly because I didn't want to keep Stiles up all night because I couldn't sleep. I was up until about 5 am, then I crashed for an hour or so and it was time to start getting up for school. Due to my lack of sleep, I decided taking a shower was my best option for waking up. 

The water was warm and it felt nice against my sore muscles. I closed my eyes briefly and relaxed beneath the steam and water. I think I was afraid to sleep last night because of the memory I had about the first time I self harmed. I'm not exactly sure why that particular memory decided to surface, but it brought back a lot of feelings that I hadn't felt in a long time. 

The small scar on my wrist from that night felt like it was on fire and I ignored it. I haven't thought about that chapter of my life in so long. I've put it behind me for the most part and I try to not think about it too often. I hate knowing that I used to harm myself to cope with things, because now I know that it's not the answer. I know that no matter how bad you feel, hurting yourself is only going to make you feel worse in the end. It's a temporary fix to the problem. 

I decided to move my shower along and I was out in a matter of minutes. I didn't want to spend all morning standing here thinking about yesterday. I need to move on and focus on today. I'm not sure if that memory is from the Dread Doctors or from my ability. I'm hoping it's from the latter because if that was from the Dread Doctors it didn't help me realize anything important. 

My phone buzzed on the counter and I dried my hands so I could pick it up, it was a call from Stiles. I tapped the green icon and hit the speaker button so I didn't have to hold the phone to my ear. 

"Hey," I greeted him. 

Stiles' voice picked up quickly, "Hey. I'll be at your house in like five minutes are you ready?" 

"I just got out of the shower but I should be dressed by the time you get here." I responded as I patted my body down with the towel. 

He scoffed, "You took a shower without me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to wait for you?" I laughed before I slipped on my underwear and pants. It didn't take me long to get dressed, in fact I did it before Stiles came up with what he wanted to say to me. 

"It would have been appreciated." he muttered.

I rolled my eyes, "I'll keep that in mind for next time." 

"You better," Stiles said with a hint of sass to his tone before he ended the call. I grabbed my phone off the counter and slid it into my back pocket. I dropped the towel in the hamper and then twisted the doorknob so I could go back into my bedroom. 

When I opened the door though, I wasn't looking at my bedroom. I was looking at a hospital room that had a circle of chairs with people in them. The windows were allowing a hefty amount of sunlight to illuminate the mostly white room. My eyes darted around the scene because for some reason it seemed all too familiar. I've been here before, I think. 

There was one empty chair in the circle, and all of the people seemed to be waiting for the last person to arrive. I took a step forward to investigate further, but then a door slammed open, which halted my movement. My head turned to see who had opened the door, but then I saw my 14 year old self emerging into the room. My wrist was bandaged and I was in black cotton pants and a gray t-shirt. My hair was pulled up into a mess of a bun and I took the empty seat without speaking a word. 

"Everyone, let's welcome Kasey to her first session." The man, who I assumed was in charge, said with a smile on his face.

A murmured chorus of welcome was spread across the group and I didn't seem to respond to anyone. In fact, my eyes were glued to the windows. It was apparent to anyone watching that I did not want to be here. Actually, it didn't look like anybody wanted to be here. Every single teenager looked miserable as hell, like they were being forced to sit here and listen to this bullshit that we are about to be fed with a spoon by the guy with the obvious toupee. 

His eyes floated from each individual before he settled on a guy in the seat beside me, "Dustin, do you remember what we talked about last week? About what we are going to do today?"

Dustin didn't lift his eyes from the floor, "We have a visitor that we have to welcome and listen to everything they have to say." 

"Exactly," he said with a grin, "but there are two visitors, both from the same place."

Two visitors? I remember this, vaguely but I can remember being forced to go to a hospital group therapy session after I had harmed myself. It was mandatory for a month. It didn't actually help me get better, Scott, Stiles, and my mom helped me get better. This therapy just made me want to kill myself so I could avoid it. All we did was talk about uncomfortable subjects that I didn't want to share with complete strangers.

The door slammed open again and this time two people emerged with an aura that I can only describe as dark. There was a girl in a wheelchair who looked completely out of it, and then there was a man pushing her chair. He looked disgusting and the sight of him made my skin crawl. My 14 year old self was watching them both with confusion lacing my face. They looked off, like something about them wasn't right. 

"Everyone please give a warm welcome to Sarah and one of her doctors, Dr. Jackson Davesby." the toupee guy said as he began to clap his hands, the group followed his example and clapped softly.

Sarah was obviously the girl in the wheelchair and she was obviously dosed up with something to keep her in that sort of state. Her head was hunched over and her eyes were wide. I noticed that she had a bandage on the side of her head, slightly hidden by her blonde hair. It was a pretty scary sight to be honest, and I don't know why they even brought her in like that. 

Dr. Davesby stopped pushing Sarah once she was in the middle of our circle. Her chair was angled directly at me, and my 14 year old self couldn't tear my eyes away form her. He locked her wheels and then smiled at us all, "Sarah has been my patient for almost a year now, and she has been under the care of Eichen House... it's a psychiatric hospital that all of your parents have agreed to allow me to tell you about because some of you will be paying us a visit soon if things with you don't change."

Eichen House? Are you serious, my mom had considered sending my to Eichen House because I had cut myself? That's a little extreme don't you think? I mean, especially considering the type of establishment that they run there. Granted, my mother probably didn't know the extent of how terrible they are back then but still, the fact that she actually considered it is insane to me.

"Sarah is a schizophrenic. Are there any schizophrenics in the room here today?" Dr. Davesby asked as he glanced around the room. 

Not a single hand was raised and it made me wonder just what type of therapy this was supposed to be. Are we all self-harmers? Are some of us far more gone than others? Are we all considered flight risks when it comes to taking our own lives? What does being depressed have to do with going to Eichen House? It's not a place for that.

He sighed, "We have such a great program for schizophrenics, I would love to tell you all about it but we don't have that much time. Our establishment is built on the foundation of helping our patients succeed in life, regardless of what obstacles they may face or incidents that may hold them back. Just like Sarah, here."

"Having hope when you're in a place like this seems impossible, but the staff at Eichen will help you start to have hope again," our therapy leader said, feeding off of the doctor's words.

This was all a bunch of lies. I know now what they do at Eichen and it's not give you hope. They hurt you and abuse you and mistreat you as patients. They don't care for you the way that they should and it's upsetting because so many people rely on the doctors there to help them and all they do is make their situations worse. 

Sarah lifted her head up and she made eye contact with 14 year old me. Nobody was paying her any attention, and I had been the only one looking at her. When she saw me her eyes narrowed and she launched herself  at me. My body toppled over the back of the chair and Sarah had landed on top of me. She was hitting me in the face and I was trying to shield myself with my arms the best that I could. 

"EVIL! SHE'S EVIL!" Sarah screamed as her hands latched around my throat.

I started crying out for help as her fingers pressed into my throat roughly, making it extremely hard to breathe. For some reason it was taking everyone way too long to react and pull her off of me. I don't even know why she jumped on me in the first place. I wasn't doing anything other than sitting there.

Sarah laughed hysterically, "You are going to kill so many! You are evil!"

"Get her off of me!" I managed to gasp out from underneath her grasp.

Finally, Dr. Davesby jumped over to the scene and he stuck a needle into Sarah's neck, her body convulsed before she fell limp and he pulled her off of me. I could feel the scratches that her nails had left on my face and my neck bleeding, even though they weren't on me they were on my former self. 

Once she was placed back into her chair, I let my head fall to the floor and I released a breath. She said I was going to kill people, why would she say that? Now, I'm thinking about how she was right. I have killed people before, but I'm not evil. Am I evil? 

"Kasey?" 

I jumped when I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I turned around and found that it was Stiles standing behind me in my bedroom. I rubbed at my eyes as I tried to come back to reality for a second. 

Stiles' face scrunched up in confusion, "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied as I faced him and offered him a faint smile. 

I'm not exactly sure what the hell just happened, but I prayed that was the last time that I have a blast from the past because I can't keep reliving things like this anymore.

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

I hadn't told anyone about my memory, because a part of me thinks that it wasn't Dread Doctor related because why in the hell would I need to remember that? It has nothing to do with anything, especially the Dread Doctors. Both of my memories were about self harm and my experience with it, why would the Dread Doctors want me to remember that?

AP Bio was a pain in the ass today because Mrs. Finch was talking about invasive species and for some reason every time I tried to take notes, Theo kept nudging me and telling me to look at Sydney. Mrs. Finch was currently drawing a diagram on the board and he elbowed me.

"What?" I hissed in annoyance.

He nodded in Sydney's direction, "Look at her hair."

I looked to Sydney and saw that she was scratching her head, sure enough when she pulled her hand away she had a clump of hair in it. My eyes widened, I have no idea if that means she's a chimera but it's definitely not a good thing.

"That doesn't mean she's a chimera," I said quietly.

Theo shrugged, "Let's see what Lydia thinks."

I watched as he pulled out his cell phone and began to text Lydia. I glanced over at her and watched her read the message, look to Sydney, and then look back at her phone. I sighed as Sydney stood up, placed a paper on Mrs. Finch's desk and then run out of the room. Lydia stood from the table and rushed after her, "Lydia... you know it's for the best." Mrs. Finch said.

Lydia frowned, but followed after her.

My guess was that she had turned in her drop form. I had seen that Scott grabbed one the other day, it was laying on his bedroom floor the other night and I wasn't exactly sure why he was thinking about dropping. Maybe he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the homework and tests with everything that we have going on right now, but I'm not letting this ruin my future. I need this class so I can get into nursing school. My mom has inspired me to be a nurse... because she saves lives on a daily basis, and she's so good at what she does. I want to be just like her. 

The bell rang shortly after and Scott met up with Theo at the door. I was silently fuming as I watched them. I'm not exactly sure why they feel the need to rub it in my face that they are friends now. Well, I can see why Theo want's to rub it in my face. I hate him so much it drives me insane. 

I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders and exited the classroom, making my way to my next class, which was yet another free period. I was going to spend it in the library reading the book that I didn't finish last night. I was too scared to open it back up after my first memory. I really hoped that Theo didn't tell Scott about it, either. Scott and I are slightly trying to repair our relationship, I don't need Theo butting in and ruining that too. 

The walk to the library was pretty decent from Mrs. Finch's room. It took me about ten minutes with all the hallway traffic. Just as I was pulling out my keycard so I could get in, hands wrapped around my arm and pulled me. I let out a scream and flung my elbow back, hitting whomever it was in the chest. 

"Ow, Kasey!" Liam shouted as he rubbed at his chest. 

I sighed and hit his arm, "What is wrong with you! You could have given me a freaking heart attack!" 

"It's Scott! He's having an asthma attack and he needs an inhaler, does he have one in his locker?" he asked me in a panic. 

My eyes widened, Scott is having an asthma attack? How in the hell is that even possible he's a freaking werewolf. He stopped having them as soon as he was bitten. I blinked rapidly, "I have one in my bag, where is he?" 

Liam began to run and I followed after him, not knowing where we were going but praying that it wasn't too far. We retraced the steps that I had just taken and ended up back in Mrs. Finch's room. How did he backtrack and get back here when he left before me? Oh, that's not important. Mrs. Finch was crouched down beside him and when she saw me she sighed in relief, "Do you have his inhaler?" 

"I have a spare one, yeah." I said as I pulled the inhaler out of the front pouch of my bag. I'm so glad that Stiles hadn't thrown it away the other night like he had wanted to. I grabbed a hold of Scott's hand, which was laying limp on the flood and placed the inhaler in his hand. 

Scott was barely breathing, spacing out. I shook his shoulders, "Scott, come on. It's in your hand you can do it, come on." 

He didn't seem to respond to me and Liam crouched down beside me, his eyes flashed yellow and prayed that nobody had seen them. He cleared his throat and yelled my brother's name, I guess the pack mentality thing worked and it snapped Scott out of it. He gasped and began shaking his inhaler before he pressed it to his lips and breathed in the chemicals to open up his airway. 

Scott let out a sigh and looked to Liam, "Thanks." 

I swallowed down the anger I felt that he didn't thank me, and Liam glanced at me wearily before he nodded. I bit down on my lip and stood up, brushing the knees off my pants off as I exited the room before I started to cry in front of the small crowd that had formed in the doorway. What am I supposed to do to get him to forgive me? I can't think of anything else, I literally just saved his life by keeping an inhaler because I was afraid he may need it again one day and he didn't even blink, like it didn't matter to him at all.

Well, it mattered to me. It mattered a lot because even though he hates me I still went and saved him, well partially saved him Liam helped too, but still he just gave Liam all the credit and didn't even think that maybe I had helped. Where did he think the damn inhaler came from? Liam sure as hell didn't have it in his backpack. 

My phone beeped and I pulled it out my pocket to see that it was a text from Stiles. 

Text From: stuhlinskiii aka bae <3

Lydia and I are going to the hospital because she thinks her memory is wrong, do you want to come with us? I know you have a free period right now.

Text To: stuhlinksiii aka bae <3

No, I can't. I have to study for a test next period. Let me know how it goes and be careful.

I sighed as I once again made my way to the library, I don't have a test next period to study for... but I do have a book to finish. I feel like my memories are wrong, too. They have nothing to do with the Dread Doctors, so maybe they are all leading up to the grand finale... maybe I have to finish the book before I have my final memory.

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

My attempt at reading was becoming impossible. Every time I looked at the word on the pages, I was just consumed with exhaustion. My lack of sleep was catching up to me and I was highly considering taking a nap. I could just set an alarm on my phone and attempt to get a least a half hour of sleep. Hell, I'd settle for fifteen minutes at this point I just want to close my eyes and make them stop burning so much. 

I closed the packet and shoved it into my bag. I then set an alarm for 30 minutes exactly. That should be a good enough time for a power nap. My arms were folded on the table and I laid my head on them as my pillow, it wasn't exactly the most comfortable position but it will have to do considering my options here. It didn't take long for me to drift off into unconsciousness. 

"You're such a cheater!" I yelled at Scott. 

We were in our front yard, playing hide and go seek and I knew for a fact that he was peeking from behind his hands whenever I went to go and hide. He always had to beat me in everything, even if that meant he had to cheat. It was the most infuriating thing in the world because I would try so hard to compete with him and he would just cheat so he could win.

"I am not!" he fired back as he folded his arms across his chest. 

My eyes narrowed, "Yes you are! You always want to win so you cheat." 

"Kasey, I'm not cheating--" Scott stopped mid sentence and starting coughing. I rolled my eyes and began to walk away from him thinking that he just had a dry patch in his throat or something. I didn't want to play with him anymore. 

I had made it halfway to the porch when he started calling my name, "Kase! Kase-- I can't-- can't breathe.." 

"I'm not buying into your little drama act, Scott. I don't want to play with you anymore." I snapped as I didn't bother to turn around and face him. 

He always does this, he cheats and then guilt trips me and makes me feel bad for being mad that he cheated. Granted, he's never faked an asthma attack before either but I wouldn't put it past him. He just doesn't want me to go and tell mom about  him cheating and then getting a lecture like he always does. This is why I like playing with Stiles better, he doesn't cheat and most of the time he lets me win. 

I heard something hit the ground and I turned around to find Scott laying there. I walked over to him and sighed, "You can stop faking. I don't believe you." 

"Mom-- get mom," he choked out, reaching for me. 

I shook my head from side to side, "No." 

The look on his face was telling me that maybe this wasn't fake after all. Maybe he really was having an asthma attack right now and I should go and get my mom, but I'm just so mad at him right now that I can't see straight and maybe I should just let him suffer for cheating, maybe he will finally learn his lesson if I don't go and get mom. 

Scott grabbed at my leg, "Kase-- I can't-- I can't..." 

"Oh my God, Scott!" my mother screamed as she came bolting outside. She rushed over to his side and helped pull him up into a sitting position. She always carried his inhaler in her pocket so just in case she should need it, she would have it. 

Today was one of those days where she would need it. 

I watched as she pulled the small white life saving device out of her pocket and helped Scott put it in his mouth, I could hear the distinguishable puff of chemicals go into his body and he started choking once he could get some air into himself again. My mom was crying as she held him close and Scott squeezed her tightly. 

"Kasey? Hey, Kasey wake up.." Malia said as she gently shook my shoulder. 

I blinked rapidly as I lifted my head from the table. The library was filled with more students than it had been when I got here. I rubbed at my eyes and glanced at her, "What time is it?" 

"Time for you got wake up, we're going to the hospital to get Lydia and Stiles. There's another chimera running around causing problems." she said as she helped me out of the chair. 

I yawned as I tried to keep up with her, "Who is we?" 

"Scott, Theo and myself. We figured that you would want to come, because of Stiles." she said with a shrug. 

I should have gone with them, the whole point of me staying here was to read and I didn't even get to do that. Instead, I took a nap that didn't even help me feel more rested than I already did before. I sighed and ran my hands over my face as I struggled to keep up with Malia's rushed movements.

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

"Kasey and Theo look for Stiles and Lydia, Malia and I are gonna go find my mom." Scott said as he and Malia broke away from Theo and myself. 

Why couldn't I have been sent to go and find mom? Why the hell would he leave me here with Theo? I swear, it's like Scott is doing everything in his power to make me hate him even though I can't hate him because he's my brother and I'm trying to fix our relationship. He is really testing me lately. 

He chuckled, "Look's like we're working together."

"Not a chance in hell," I muttered as I stormed away from him. I have no idea where the hell to look for either of them, but Stiles isn't answering my text messages and I called Lydia twice and she hasn't answered either. So, I'm assuming they are caught up with something. Hopefully, it's not the new chimera. 

Theo caught up to me and fell into stride beside me, "You know, I think we would make a good team, if you ever got past your hatred for me."

"Yeah? Too bad that will never happen." I stated as I continued to trudge down the hallway. 

I have no idea why he thought that we would make a good team. Theo and I have nothing in common, nor would I ever want to try and find out if we had anything in common to begin with. He's a psychopath, I know he is. I believe that with my whole entire being, whether or not Scott wants to believe me, he is.

He sighed, "We would, we both have the same no non-sense type of attitude. We both want to help save the pack, no matter what. We both are willing to do whatever it takes to survive... we have a lot more in common than you think we do, Kasey." 

"How on earth would you know anything about what I'm willing to do to survive? You don't even know me, Theo." I snapped in annoyance. 

Theo smirked, "I know that you killed Tracy in order to save yourself." 

"That's not a topic of conversation I'd like to discuss with you so I'd advise you finding another one." I suggested as I ignored the elevators and decided to take the stairs instead. The elevators take too damn long and I have no clue where I'm even going but my mind has a path set in place and I'm following it. 

He quirked an eyebrow, "Why not? Are you scared to talk about it?" 

"No," I breathed out in frustration, "I just told you that I didn't want to talk about it."

If I was strong enough to actually hurt Scott, I would so do it for him putting me through this torture of being stuck with Theo. I hate him almost as much as I hate Peter and that's saying something because I really freaking hate Peter Hale. 

"Where are you even going?" he asked me. 

I huffed as I continued to ascend the staircase, "I don't know, I'm trying to get away from you but I guess that's not really working now is it?" 

"You do realize that--" he stopped talking and looked up the stairwell. 

I blinked, "What? Did you hear something?" 

"Yeah, I hear Stiles screaming, come on." Theo rushed out before he began to run up the stairs. I quickly followed after him, trying my best to not trip or fall as I attempted to keep up with his fast pace. Granted, he was also a werewolf so he had the upper hand on me but I was still trying my hardest to not fall behind. 

My lungs were starting to burn once we hit the last floor, which was five flights up from where we started running, and Theo continued to run. Where the hell did he hear Stiles at, the damn roof? I sucked in a breath and struggled to continue to keep up with him, but once we hit the very last step and he pushed open the door to the roof I could hear Stiles screaming, too. 

This time I did trip, but that was okay because I managed to catch myself before I hit the ground. There was a guy on top of Stiles, swinging his hands that had claws at his face. Theo immediately wolfed out and threw the guy off of Stiles, he then started to fight with him and I took my opportunity to run over to him. 

His eyes were wide and he was breathing erratically, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" 

"No," he rushed out as I helped him to his feet, "what the hell are you guys doing here?" 

I nodded my head towards the chimera that Theo was fighting, "Apparently, that thing was at the school and we came here looking for you guys because nobody could get a hold of you."

Theo and the chimera were fighting head to head and I was watching with wide eyes as they began to throw each other around. I was half tempted to just take Stiles and run, but I figured Theo would tell Scott and I would get in trouble... this is going to end one of two ways though and one of them is going to end up dying, I hope Theo realizes that.

Honestly, would it be so bad if it were Theo to die? Yes, Stiles and I would be left with no defense and we would have to try and run for it, but then at least we would have Theo out of our lives. 

The chimera and Theo had each other by the throat directly in front of Stiles and I and then what happened next happened so fast I almost missed it by blinking. Theo literally ripped the kids throat out and blood went everywhere. I watched with wide eyes as the body fell to the ground, the blood pooling around it quickly. 

"You guys can't say anything... please, don't say anything." Theo rushed out as soon as he had realized what he had done. 

A million and one things were running through my mind right now but the main thing was that if Scott knew about this then he would shun Theo just like he did to me, and Theo isn't his sister so he doesn't have to forgive at some point by default like he does with me. I wanted to run my ass down the stairs right now and tell Scott everything that just happened so we could get rid of Theo once and for all.

"Why not?" Stiles asked as he glanced at the body, obviously he was having the same thought process as me. 

Theo glanced at my boyfriend, "Because I never said anything about Donovan."

________________________________________________________________________

I'M TRYING TO UPDATE ONCE A DAY SO I HOPE I CAN STICK TO THAT SCHEDULE BECAUSE I'M SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THIS SEASON AND THE DEVELOPMENTS FOR KASEY YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS FOR AWHILE NOW AND I'M HELLA PUMPED TO WRITE THEM SO YOU ALL CAN SEE THE NEW KASEY. SHE'S CHANGING AND YOU GUYS ARE EITHER GONNA LOVE IT OR HATE IT, THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN. 

BE SURE TO FAN, VOTE AND COMMENT WHAT YOU THOUGHT! ALSO PLEASE REFRAIN FROM ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS BECAUSE HONESTLY THEY PISS ME THE FUCK OFF AND I'M TIRED OF SEEING THEM. OKAY THANKS BYE I LOVE YOU! XX