Shortly after everyone fell asleep, my dad and Stiles, I went to the garage. The light illuminated the rarely used room, boxes were pilled up in one corner with a layer of dust coating them. Moms things.

I slowly tip toed toward the boxes, trying to be as quiet as possible. Since the moment I had that memory of my mom, talking to me about her locket... I've wondered if there was something else she was trying to tell me. So, here I am, stealing her journals-- well, not stealing, technically... I'm just borrowing them, for now.

They weren't hard to find, honestly, my dad sucks at hiding things. The box was labeled 'notebooks.' I edged the box forward, not picking it up since I'm not supposed to lift heavy things. In a moment the box was dusted off and opened, revealing the spines of two rows of at least ten notebooks. All twenty of them were dated '1993-1996', '1997-2000,' etc. The one dated from 1993-1996 caught my eye, 1994 was when Stiles and I were born.

I picked up the notebook, it was slick and black with a label on the front: Happy reading, Victoria. I furrowed my brows in confusion, what was that supposed to mean? How would she know that I'd read these notebooks?

My fingers nervously cracked open the spine, opening it to the first page. I choked up at just the sight of her handwriting, my fingertips grazed over the ink and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. She wrote this... these are her thoughts, her diary. I took a deep breath before reading the first entry.

January 5, 2004

I sucked in a breath, she wrote this note eight weeks before she died...

My dearest Victoria,

I knew I left this page blank for a reason, it's only now, while I'm laying here in the hospital, that I truly understand why. I know you have questions, you're scared and lost with your ability. Reading my journals is the only way you'll really understand what you can do, I know it's hard to do, but you have to read them because, I'm not there to explain this to you myself.

We are Seers. The females in my family, all the way back to the 17th century, had this ability to see into the future. They don't always come true, but we should always head warning with what we see, and never tell anyone their future-- that is the most important rule! You'll understand everything once you read these pages, you'll read what I saw, and some of it will seem so familiar to you.

Don't be scared, little one. Even though I'm not there with you, I already know you'll be great. You're going to be a great mother, I wish I could be there with you, I really do... but I'm afraid I'm starting to forget. If I don't remember you in my last moments, just know that I love you. I love all of you. Stiles will be okay, I've seen it... you become so scared, but don't be. He'll be okay when his mind clears.

Love always,

Mom

I closed the book immediately, not being able to control the tears that fell from my eyes. She knew she was going to die... she knew that I was going to be pregnant while reading this. She was exactly like me...

With the journal held close to my chest, I left the garage, deciding it'd be best if I got some sleep before thinking about this any more.

I sat in coach's class, my pen tapping against my notebook continuously. My eyes were drooping as I leaned my head on my hand. I was exhausted. Yesterday, after my appointment and everything with dad (apparently Scott's dad is in town and trying to take away his badge) I wasn't able to sleep.

They wouldn't stop moving all night, I kept tossing and turning. I hope the pregnancy pillow Scott got me will help, I really just need a good night's sleep. My eyes shut for a moment and I drank in the momentary rest I found in the darkness of my eyelids.

"STILINSKI!" I jumped at the sound of Coach's voice, as did my brother. "Yes coach." I asked, he shook his head, "not you, your brother." Stiles shook his head awake, he must've fallen asleep too. "Uh-huh?"

His voice was disoriented and I could tell something was up, I peered over his shoulder and my eyes went wide as I made eye contact with his notebook. In pen, written all over the page, was 'wake up.' It was in different fonts, sizes... I'd never seen anything like it. "I asked you a question."

Stiles looked over at Scott and then back at Coach. "Uh, sorry coach. What was it?" Coach laughed humorlessly. "It was, 'Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?'" Stiles nodded, "oh, well I am now."

Coach shook his head and went back to the front of the class. "Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink...every night." I choked on a laugh at that, but was broken out of my giggles by Stiles leaning over to Scott. "Sorry, I just fell asleep for a second."

"Dude, you weren't asleep." Scott's voice held worry for my brother, and I couldn't help but match those feelings. Especially after seeing his notebook.

The comments at school were crazy. Today I wore my black leggings, a black and white striped t-shirt that was long and went to the tops of my thighs, and my green zip-up jacket. I paired the outfit with my cream socks, brown boots, and my locket. My stomach was slightly more obvious in this outfit, that much was certain.

I've had at least five people stare at me, and five more ask me if I was pregnant; to which I sarcastically replied with, 'no. Why, am I getting fat?' Their faces always turned bright red as they tried to figure out a comeback from that... it was hilarious. Annoying, but hilarious.

I plopped down on the bench between Scott and Stiles, sitting directly across from Allison, Lydia, and Isaac. A very prominent frown was on my face as I let out a huff. "Vic, what's wrong?" Lydia asked.

"I am so tired of everyone staring at me..." As if on cue, I felt eyes on the back of my head. I turned around only to meet eyes with Greenburg. "Greenburg, stop looking at me before I shove--"

Scott cut me off, "sorry about that." He made me look at him for a moment, "Victoria, you can't just threaten people like that." He laughed while telling me this, letting me know that he did find it amusing. "Like I'd actually be able to do anything about it." I motioned to my stomach.

I rested my elbows on the table, with my head in my hands. "I haven't slept a full night in weeks, I'm so exhausted." My voice came out slightly whiny and tired. Stiles then spoke up, "speaking of not sleeping... were you in the garage last night?"

My eyes widened slightly and I cleared my throat before shaking my head, trying to act innocent on the matter. "Uh, no... why would I, uh, why would I be in the garage. That-that's ridiculous." Stiles gave me a confused look but, decided to ignore the matter.

"Okay.... so, what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott, thankfully changed the subject. Stiles sighed, "And is unable to tell what's real or not?"

Allison added in, "And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Isaac, oh so helpfully, inputted, "They're all locked up because they're insane." A laugh bubbled from the throat and I looked at all three of them. "I'm with Isaac on this one... I see Eichen House in your futures."

Stiles shot me a glare, "ha. Can you at least try to be helpful, please? Both of you." He looked to Isaac who glared back, "For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer... So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."

My eyes widened at that information, I didn't know that about Isaac. Stiles scoffed before replying, "Hey, dude, are you still milking that?" I rolled my eyes at my brother, but opted to not say anything, and instead began eating my carrots.

Isaac was giving Stiles a death glare, " Yeah, maybe I am still milking that." Before Stiles, or anyone, could reply. Kira came up to our table, a small smile on her face, "Hi...." She spoke nervously, to which I just sent her a smile.

"Hi, sorry... I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about... And, I think I actually might know what you're talking about..." She shifted her weight nervously from one foot to another before sitting down beside Stiles, right across from Lydia. "There's a Tibetan word for it-- it's called 'Bardo.' It literally means 'in-between state.' The state between life and death."

Lydia rose her brows at Kira, putting up her bitchy act that she did with everyone else but us. "And what do they call you?" I responded for her, "Kira. She has history with us." Kira smiled at me, to which I returned immediately.

"So, are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" Lydia questioned, leaning forward slightly, probably trying to intimidate the girl. Kira just shrugged, "Either, I guess... But, all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful or wrathful deities."

Isaac furrowed his brows, "Wrathful deities? And what are those?" Kira responded immediately,"like... demons!" Stiles sighed, dropping the carrot he stole from me. "Demons. Why not?"

I shook my head at him, putting my arm on his shoulder comfortingly. "Hold on-- if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?" Allison asked, her eyes wide with worry and confusion.

"Death. You die." Well, that's just great.

"It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you." Deaton explained. Currently, we were at the animal clinic. I was here simply because, Stiles had a daydream about being in Coach's class, only they were using sign language. I was eating chips while sitting up on the examination table, my legs were swinging back and forth.

Stiles sighed, "Well, how do I tell my subconscious to use a language that I actually know?" I rolled my eyes before setting my chips down and looking at him, "do you remember what the movements were?"

"You know sign language?" I nodded, "yeah, remember our neighbor two years ago? She was deaf?" Stiles shrugged but, did the first movement. "Okay, the first one was like this..." I nodded for him to continue, "then...."

I licked my lips, "that's when." Stiles moved his hands again, "then, there was this, twice... with this in between it." I furrowed my brows in bewilderment, "when is a door, not a door?" Stiles was just as confused, "when is a door not a door?"

"When it's ajar." Scott answered. Stiles scoffed, and I went back to eating my chips while listening in. "You're kidding me. A riddle? My subconscious wants to tell me a riddle?" Deaton sighed, "not necessarily. When the three of you went under the water, when you crossed from consciousness to a kind of superconsciousness? You essentially opened a door in your minds."

I rolled my eyes, "great, you three left the doors open." Deaton nodded at my blunt explanation, "Ajar." He corrected lightly. Stiles' eyes widened, "...A door into our minds?" Deaton frowned, "I did tell you it was risky."

"What do we do about it?" Scott asked. Deaton pulled a nervous face, "Well, that's difficult to answer--" Stiles cut him off, "Oh, no! Wait a second, I know that look-- that's the 'we know exactly what's wrong with you, but we have no idea how to fix it' look!"

Deaton simply sighed, "One thing I do know is that having an opening like that into your mind? It's not good. You each need to close that door, and you need to do it as soon as possible." I jumped off the table dusting my hands off before looking at the two boys, "I'll be outside, this is all too stressful."

I just hope those boys figure out how to close their doors, and sooner rather than later.