Jeremy Gilbert (savedbythering) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-11 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, jeremy gilbert |
Who: Jeremy Gilbert
What: Jeremy Comes Home to a Grisly Scene
When: Sunday, August 11th. Late Night
Where: The Gilbert House
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of NPC Death and blood
Status: Complete; Narrative
Jeremy still didn’t really know how the whole body swap thing had really happened, nor did he really care cause it had given him a source of entertainment for a few days while Stiles had been a girl. He knew that it had to have been strange for Stiles, so he really only teased him for the first day, because after that he’d been staying with them and Elena would have gotten mad at him if he’d teased Stiles. Of course, Stiles knew that it was only in good fun and that Jeremy didn’t mean any of the things he said; that was the beauty of Stiles being his best friend after all. While Stiles had been staying with them, he’d been happy to have someone who would play videogames with him, so that had been a plus. Then this morning everything had gone back to normal and Jeremy had suggested that the two of them go get high later that day to celebrate Stiles having his body back.
Now, Jeremy was pleasantly high, had somehow driven home in one piece and was staggering, slightly, up the front steps. Normally he snuck in the back door when he was high, but for whatever reason, he had decided to go in the front door tonight. Reaching the door, Jeremy started to put his key in the lock when the door moved slightly and frowned as he realized it was open. Why exactly the door was open, he didn’t know. “That’s weird,” He muttered to himself as he pushed it open and went inside, not really thinking anything of it. However, as soon as he stepped inside, Jeremy knew something wasn’t right and in that moment, he didn’t care if his parents knew he’d been out smoking.
“Mom! Dad!” Jeremy stepped towards the stairs, his foot sliding in something on the floor. Catching himself on the banister, his heart started beating faster and he reached out a hand towards a nearby lamp on the wall and right away, wished that he hadn’t. On the floor at the bottom of the staircase was his father, lying in a pool of blood. Tearing his eyes away from his father, he saw his mother, sprawled out on the steps just above them.
No, this couldn’t be happening. He had to be dreaming or something. His parents couldn’t be dead. Turning away from the grisly scene, tears welling up in his already bloodshot eyes, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but he didn’t know whether he should call 911 or his sisters first.