The Aftermath
Chapter 1
Scott McCall lurched awake, breaking free of the nightmares that threatened to suffocate him each night. He hit the light switch on. His eyes darted to the shredded sheets and scratched-up wallpaper from where he must have frantically attempted to escape his unconscious state of terror. This wasn't a rare sight to see anymore, in fact, it is a regular occurrence most nights. The nightmares, the terrible nightmares, they always replay that dire night he lost his truly only one love.
Scott has all his friends- the kind that would sacrifice their very lives for him, but he still can't shake that sense of isolation. He is surrounded by people who constantly care for him yet he somehow feels smothered by their presence. He wants to be left completely alone, yet he craves company. He needs her company. All the things he left unsaid- how he adores her, how they were always meant to be endgame- hang above his head, a dark looming cloud on the horizon. He only ever wishes for more time, to turn back the clock, re-write their past…