The death of Allison Argent causing Isaac to want to end his life.
Coping?
Isaac had been quiet since that night. The night she died. Allison. He wished he'd been stronger. If he had been, Allison would still be alive. Alive and well and not dead. It was his fault she was dead. He was to blame. Isaac knew deep down, Scott blamed him, Argent blamed him, Lydia blamed him. They all blamed him. Allison was dead because of him.
A knock at Isaac's bed room door made Isaac jump. He didn't answer it, instead left to the bathroom, a razor in hand. His arms were already slashed from earlier. It didn't matter to him anymore. Even if the others didn't blame him, Isaac blamed himself. It didn't matter to him what anyone said to him anymore. He was the cause of Allison's death. His heart was hurt because of what happened to Allison. Nothing would ever change about that.
"Isaac, open the door. Now." Scott said.
Isaac knew it was a command from his alpha but he ignored it. He didn't care anymore. He'd be an omega if that's what happened. He didn't care.
"Isaac, open the door." Scott said again.
Isaac didn't reply.
"Isaac."
Still nothing.
Scott slammed into the door, opening it. He found the room a mess. Nothing like Isaac would keep it. He smelled the scent of blood. That's when it added up. Scott yelled for Mellisa. Scott had slammed into the bathroom door and unlocked it. Isaac was on the floor. Pale and out cold. Scott held his breath. Melissa fell to her knees and began to bandage his wounds and had Scott call 911. The wounds weren't healing. Isaac was dying. No one could do a thing about it.
Squeal?