6 YEARS AGO(He is 11)
"Mommy when's daddy coming back from work."
"Stop playing Scott, your father isn't coming back, remember." She said and emphasis on remember. She liked to play with me. I hated it.
"No, I don't you know that."I said following her around the kitchen.
"Scott, will you stop talking about your father he's dead remember." My mom yelled.
I put my my head down, "No."
"Stupid kid." She muttered and went off to work leaving he memory troubled son at home all by himself.
NOW...(After the bit, mainly a mixture between season 2 and 3)
"Hey man." Stiles or whatever his name was put his arm around my shoulder.
I rubbed my head and tried to think of where I know this guy from. Stiles. Stiles. Such an unusual name.
"Oh sorry, Scott. I'm Stilinksi. Stiles Stilinksi." OH OH I KNOW HIM!I KNOW HIM
"Oh I'm sorry I forgot man." I said apologizing.
"No, problem. Don't Forget Ok WE HAVE PRACTICE. OK. WE DO HAVE PRACTICE." He said slowly and loudly. Which was kinda of, shit, what's that word again, its starts with a E it on the tip of my tongue. Embarrassing.
Sometimes these can be really hard on me, having people picking on me because I can't remember.
"Oh and we going to your alpha. DEREK. And my boyfriend. DEREK. OKAY AFTER LACROSSE PRACTICE." He said walking away.
"Oh um I guess I go to that person who stands in the front of the class now.
AFTER PRACTICE..
"I hate it." I said out of nowhere in Stiles jeep.
He turned and looked at me. "You hate what?" He asked.
"This my memory its all my dads fault my mom tells me that enough its the only thing I really do know." I said resting my head against the dashboard.
He rubbed my back in soothing circles as I just cried my stomach out, not caring if I forgot what I was crying about. I just let it out.
"What's wrong with him?" I heard some deep voice say.
"He just can't." I heard Stiles whisper.
Then I felt somebody carry me out of the car and set me on my feet.
Everything just changed my world came back up and I knew but did think that everything that just happened was flushed pee. It'll show up somewhere.
"Scott. Scott. Over here." That guy who I sorta think, I'm not sure that I know said.
"Derek. Your Alpha. You Trainer. You Brother. Now Remember." God umm Derek...Derek Hale...Werewolf...Pack...Kanima...and I'm dead again.
"Its okay Scott, but I wanted to introduce to someone. Met Isaac." I looked up and saw the most...
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