A LUCID DREAM

I SEARCHED THROUGH MY closet, humming the Tiny Dancer, alongside the song that's blazing through the google home in my bedroom. I took my nightwear and towel out and went into the attached bathroom to see the bathtub filled with enough water.

I turned the faucet off and decided to strip my clothes to take a much-needed bath to relieve the stress of the hectic week I had, packing everything I will need to follow my dream. In a week's time, I will be out of this gloomy house, to start the new phase of my life, and pursue my major in Biochemistry at UC Davis.

When I turned around to walk back to the bedroom, and get the bath salts I had forgot, my leg slid, and my body fell backward before I could stop, and then I hit my head hard aginst the edge of bathtub.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds. I couldn't make any sense out of it, well, other than the unbearable pain in my head, that felt like a mini aneurysm.

I squirmed on the floor for a while, holding my head with both hands, my eyes still closed tightly, praying that the pain stops. After a few agonizing minutes or seconds, the pain subduded, almost miraculously.

I opened my eyes, hesitantly, only to see that I was no longer on my bathroom floor. Instead, I was in the middle of the forest, surrounded by tall trees, and I was leaning on a broken tree log with no human in my sight. I could feel the tiny pebbles underneath me, along with the dry leaves and small twigs. As the cool breeze of the night hit me in the face, I unconsciously tucked my hands into the hoodie; I didn't know I was wearing.

What the heck is happening?

It looks like I hit my head so hard, that I am dreaming all of this shit.

Nevertheless, I didn't get time to contemplate it much when I heard a growl near me. I looked into the direction of the sound, only to see a creature with bright red eyes, staring at me like I am its prey. I no longer cared if it was a dream or not. I made a run for it, my instincts kicking in. But I didn't even take two steps in the other direction, as the rabid dog caught up to me and pulled me back with its teeth. I let out a shout hoping someone would hear and come to my aid. The cry turned into a high-pitched scream when I was bitten by it.

When I finally saw it up close, hovering above me, I realized it wasn't a rabid dog, but some kind of wolf I used to watch in supernatural teen dramas. I reflexively pushed the thing away and fled into the cold night, using all my strength to get away from it.

I released a happy breath when I made it out of the forest even though I nearly got hit by a car when I stumbled out. My happiness was short-lived when I acknowledged the situation at hand. I was standing in the middle of the road as the rain mercilessly poured on me. And on top of that, I had no idea where I am.

The massive bite mark of some animal that looked like a scientifically experimented wolf was a cherry on top. I checked through the pockets, walking alongside the road and released a sigh when I found a phone, though it has slightly craked glass, it was working in perfect condition. I quickly took a right into the woods, and hid under a tree, trying to use the phone without raindrops falling on to it incessantly.

As I was pondering on how to use a stranger's phone when I didn't know the password for it, another wackiest thing happened that day. It was opened with my fingerprint. Spooky. And it really weirded me out when I saw the year 2011, displaying on the phone.

Now I am officially freaked.

If this is a prank show, I am going to shoot that sick Weirdo, who decided to laugh at my expense. I didn't even dare to shout for anyone to come out with their cameras as I was too frightened and didn't want to take any chance with that Wolfy creature.

As much I want to believe I am dreaming all this, lying on my toilet floor...the pain I felt from the bite keeps reminding me otherwise. Suddenly the gadget in my hand buzzed, causing me to drop the phone, but I gripped it tightly before it could fall.

I saw the caller Id. It said, Bestie.

Don't tell me its the same guy who is trying to prank me. I slowly pressed the answer button and kept it next to my ear

"Hey, Scotty. I am so sorry to leave you like that. You went home, alright, right?" The guy on the phone said anxiously.

"Sorry, Who...who is this?" I asked, tentatively

"Come on, Scott," The guy on the other side whined, "Don't be angry. I know I am in the wrong for dragging you into the woods, late at night, but I really didn't have a choice. Your mom would've grounded you as my dad did to me."

"Sorry, but I am not Scott. I am Lisa, Lisa Morgan. I don't know how I got here, I just have his phone on me somehow," I tried to explain. But the guy wasn't having any of it.

"Fine. Do you want to play that game? Alright. Hello Lisa. I am Stiles Stilinski. I am Scott McCall's childhood buddy. Please inform Scott that I am really sorry for dragging her into the woods in search of a dead body, even though tomorrow is the first day of the school," The guy, Stiles, ended his monologue.

"Her?" I asked, confused, "I thought Scott's a guys' name."

"Yeah, but you are still named as Scott as your parents were really expecting a boy," The Stiles kid said, bored like he was getting tired of this.

Wait! Stiles Stilinski. Scott McCall. Fictional Wolf. Dead body. Woods.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!

No Way. Like, absolutely no fuking way.

I mean Scott's a boy, not a girl.

My inner monologue was cut short when I heard Stiles's voice through the phone, "Scott...Scotty...Scott, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am fine," I answered when I heard the anxious voice of the guy.

"God! You gave me quite a scare there. Don't do that again," Stiles scolded into the phone.

"Hey, Stiles," I started slowly, still not believing what I deduced, "Can you please pick me up? I kinda got bit by something, and its raining."

"Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot we came in my Jeep," Stiles said, "Where are you?"

"In the middle of nowhere," was my brilliant answer.

"That's super helpful," Stiles said, sarcastically, "Just send me your location, alright?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, and he cut the call.

I quickly sent the location and decided to wait. At this point, I honestly didn't care if it was a prank. I would gladly become a laugh of the world than staying here for another minute. I will sue them once I get out of here.

When I saw a familiar blue jeep pulled up beside me after 10 minutes, I was hesitant to approach it. Then I heard a "Scotty," from the guy in the driver seat, I relaxed.

"I am sorry, dude," the guy, who I am thinking is Stiles, jumped out of his Jeep and pulled me in a hug, making me wince when I felt the pain in my abdomen.

"Sorry," the so-called Stiles winced, pulling away, "Show me?"

I lifted my shirt a little and showed him the still bleeding bite mark.

"Ouch!" he said, cringing at it, "What bit you?"

"I don't know. It looked like a wolf," I said.

"No way," he said, immediately dismissing the idea. "There are no wolves in California. Not in like 60 years."

"Well, it definitely wasn't a dog," I confirmed. "Anyways, can we get out of here already. This place is giving me an eerie feeling."

"Yeah. Get in," The supposed Stiles said, getting in the driving seat.

"Do you want to go to Deaton's?" Stiles asked

Deaton? The Veterinary doctor?

"No, I think I will just patch it up myself," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked one more time, starting the Jeep.

"Yeah. An aspirin and good night's sleep should do it," I said.

After another 8 minutes or so, he pulled up before a house. And I stared at him and the house for a few seconds, and once I got the message that it's my house or supposed Scott's house, I stepped out of the car.

"Thanks for the lift," I said.

He looked at me funny and said, "Since when did you start saying thanks to me?"

Before I could think of any excuse, Stiles laughed it off, saying, "Today must have really freaked you out, huh?"

"Yeah," I said awkwardly.

"Do you want me to stay the night?" he asked.

"Nah. I will be good. Didn't you say you were grounded?" I asked.

"Well, yeah. I should be home before dad. But he will understand if it's for you," Stiles said. Now that I look at him under the street lights, I saw that cute face of his, with dimples and the concerned look. He wasn't Dylan Obrien. But he had moles here and there, dimples on cheeks, buzz cut.

"It's alright. I want to be alone today anyways," I said, shaking my head.

"Okay," he said, with a little pout, "But I am going to pick you up tomorrow. Don't even argue about it."

"Fine," I said. I don't know if I am going to be here till tomorrow, anyways. "Uh! the keys?" I asked, remembering as I didn't find any in my pockets.

"You kept them under the pot, remember?" Stiles said.

"Yeah. I will see you tomorrow," I said before I could ask any more stupid questions.

As soon as Stiles left, I started searching under every flower pot in the foyer. I found it under the fifth one from the door. I went inside the house and looked around it.

It all felt so surreal, looking and touching the things around the house, the sticky notes on the fridge, messy living room. Though a part of me knows, it may all be true and real, the other part of me feared to accept it. And like most of the humans, I choose to believe the less scary of the two. I decided to not belive this lucid dream; I am currently stuck in. So I took a nice bath, patched up the wound, took a tablet, and slept peacefully under the white covers confidently knowing, when I wake up the next time, I will find myself in a hospital or on my toilet floor with a light concussion.

But I wasn't fortunate, it seems. Because when I woke up the next morning, I was still in the same room that's painted in a calming blue. A desk sat in the corner of my left side, with a computer on it. Few shelves were pushed against the walls and filled with books. The pictures of herself, and her fictional mum, Melissa, alongside her fictional dad Rafael, were hanging on the right side of the wall. There were also pictures of the Stiles kid and me from yesterday.

The characters looked nothing like in the show. But they had a lot of similarities, like the Stiles kid, I saw yesterday. Melissa had curly black hair and was looking beautiful. Rafael was fricking tall and had a crooked jaw. It was still bizarre when I saw my own face in the photo frames. She looked exactly the same as me. We both stood at 5' 6", brown eyes, wavy black hair, heart-shaped face. There wasn't even a tiny bit difference between us. I released a soft sigh and rubbed my temples, trying to get a grip on the situation.

"Sweetheart, I am leaving for the hospital. I may be late tonight, so have your dinner, alright? I kept the money on the fridge. Have a nice first day," a woman, who I am thinking is, Melissa McCall, shouted.

"Okay. bye," I said, thankful for not having any awkward conversations, just yet.

"Love you," and with that, I heard the door shut.

"Now what?" I grumbled underneath my breath.

My question was answered when Stiles called, saying he will be here in 15 minutes and ordered me to get my ass ready by then.

I looked through the closet and saw the dresses and am satisfied with her tastes...mostly. I took out skinny jeans, crop top, and a blue washed denim jacket to match it with. I quickly glanced around the room, searching for the school bag, which was apparently packed by the original Scott girl, the previous night. I saw the locker key and schedule in it. The password of the locker must be known to Stiles; otherwise, I could just break the lock, with my now werewolf powers. I tucked my phone, grabbed an apple from the fridge, and the lunch money quickly when I heard the horn of Stiles jeep.

"Hey," I greeted him, getting in his Jeep. The Jeep did look less crappy than to the last season, which I was grateful for. We made small talk until we reached the school as I memorized the way as discreetly as possible, eating the apple.

"So you sure, okay, right?" Stiles asked for the nth time, as he parked his Jeep in the schools' parking lot.

"Yes, Stiles," I grumbled. After our conversation, I finally understood why his user name was a weirdo. I should probably change it to a sarcastic weirdo.

"Good thing we have all the classes together. If you feel anything weird, I can always help you," Stiles mumbled, looking through his bag.

Oh! That's good...I guess.

I then saw all the minor and major characters from the show. I just hoped I don't get a panic attack. The current girl has asthma, according to Stiles, and the situations I am going to be indefinitely won't help the problem in any way. So, I decided to take Stiles to the same place as last night to search for it. I ain't paying for it freely when I could find it.

Derek probably has it with him. If I just show up, he may hand it to me. But I can't say anything for sure now, considering I am a female Scott McCall. What if the plot changed as well and like the people?

However, something told me, I am the only anomaly in this stupid parallel universe when I heard the phone call of Allision Argent from my chemistry class. Yes, she is a girl. Nothing like Crytal Reed, but everything like her.

She was tall and pretty. Had the killer Jacket.

The girl came into the Class awkwardly and took the empty seat behind me. I contemplated on whether to be kind to her or not. I mean, I know it's not a good thing to be close to hunters, well, at least according to Derek. But they can be quite useful if they are on our side. The girl can't possibly hurt me if I am a friend, right?

"Hey, sorry, can I borrow a pen?" she said softly leaning towards me.

"Sure," I said, giving her the spare one.

"Thanks," she said.

Good! If there is a day where she decided to aim her crossbow at me, I am going to bring up this moment and make her feel guilty for even thinking of hurting someone as gracious as me.

That should work.