"You know about Allison's death!" scott said shocked and I kind of looked down

"I told you I know some pretty weird things and I'm not sure how." I said and my face got hot

" Hey look its going to be okay we will help you figure out whatever this is I promise you." he said and I smiled

"Thanks but I don't think i'll be in Beacon Hills much longer if you haven't noticed I kind of have no where to live." I said and that's when the sheriff walked in

" You'll stay with me and stiles." said mr. Stlinkie and stiles just looked shocked

"Dad your not going to talk this over with me first." he said bluntly and his dad just looked at him stern

"Look T.C. needs a home and we can give it to her it's not going to be permanent it's the least we can do for the girl and you know that." he said and stiles gave in

"Fine but she doesn't get my room." he said and I laughed

"I'm fine with a couch thanks for giving some where to live while I heal." I said and they looked at me funny

"Look you can't remember anything and this town seems to be the only connection you have, so with that being said you are staying here until all of your memory comes back." said the sheriff and I just frowned

"Oh, well then I guess I'm going to be stuck here forever." I said hopeless as liam, who had been standing off to the side, came over and sat down rubbing my shoulder

"You'll be okay I promise. Scott can do anything he puts his mind to." he said and I felt better

"So can I get out of the hospital yet?" I asked and they all laughed a little

"Sure i'll drive you home stiles you follow." Said Mr.stlinkie as he helped me walk to the car

"Will do dad!" stiles yelled right behind us and we all left the hospital

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it was a long, quiet ride home and I felt defeated. I had no idea who I was or why I was even here in this place. All sorts of questions ran through my mind as I tried to fill in any blanks I could with the pictures around me but it was impossible. everything I saw became one giant blur after a while and soon I got tired of looking at tree after tree.

I started to let my mind wander to the last moments I had spent with Max before peter had ripped him in half in my arms. I thought of how he was so kind and as far as I knew he had always been a good brother. I mean sure he stole once but it was to get cold medicine for me when I was sick and we couldn't afford the stuff. he took care of me and now he was gone. i had to wonder how correct this memory was though. i mean if im missing half my child hood then what am i missing about Max.

maybe I'm not missing anything and he was a nice brother, but if that was true then why didn't i feel anything when he died? I felt pain and i did sob and i still miss him a lot but there's part of me that is already done coping with his loss and i can't shake it. why me? why my memories? its not fair. why me? i asked myself these questions as we pulled up into the drive way stiles right behind us.

"Well kid we're here i hope you can make yourself at home." sheriff said as we walked into the house

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TAYLOR COVINGTON