TEEN WOLF IMAGINES

FORGOTTEN, j. parrish

Stacy ran through the doors of the Beacon Hills Sheriff Station, her hair flying behind her as tears streamed down her cheeks. She ran straight into a hard chest, making her stumble back from the impact. Two muscular arms reached out to catch her, his eyes wide.

"Woah, slow down. Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his tone. Stacy looked up into the eyes of the shockingly handsome deputy. "They forgot me! They all forgot me!" she exclaimed. Jordan's eyes widened, immediately realizing that this was about the Ghost Riders.

"Ok ma'am, I'm going to need your name," he said. Stacy stepped away from him, tears filling her eyes. "You forgot too," she whispered. Jordan furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Stacy let out a sob as she glanced down at her finger, where her engagement ring was glistening up at her. She gazed at Jordan's desk, where the usually framed picture of her seemed to be missing.

"No," she whimpered, meeting the confused eyes of her fiancé.

"Do I know you?" he asked. Stacy opened her mouth to say something, but shook her head, a sad smile gracing her face.

"No, you don't. Sorry to bother you," she said, turning away from him. She made her way out of the Sheriff's Station, looking up at the sky in anticipation. As lightning struck in front of her, she let out a deep breath, letting her eyes flutter closed.

She was already forgotten.