Everyday is a struggle.
Everywhere I go and turn, the halls, my room.. Everywhere, it's a struggle. I don't know if I can live like this. She was my first love. My only love. How will I ever feel again?
Stiles offers me to get drunk. I would if I could. But I can't. Not being able to be drunk is the worst thing about being a werewolf. I decline the offer and I'm just sitting here, by myself in my room. I remember we used to sneak around with each other. I remember it all. Every moment with her was bliss. She's my anchor. I got through being electrified on a chair, because I thought of her.
She was crying her eyes out, telling me that I could get through this. But how could I get through anything without her, now? I want to be happy again, but I'm not sure how to be happy anymore.
I remember telling her I would wait for her. She thought it was ridiculous, maybe. But I'm was willing to wait infinities after infinities just to have her mine again. But she's gone.
I walk inside the school. I'm making my way to class, with my head down. I can't look up. If I look up, I would just walk to her locker. As I pass by the hall that she had her locker at, I couldn't control myself. I see the janitor. He was cleaning out her locker, throwing her things away. I can't let him do that. No. I cant.
I rush over quickly and tell him to stop. He said he was just doing his job. He throws papers in the trash. Every piece of me is breaking. He hands me a rectangular photograph. I take it and he shrugs, shutting the empty locker shut, and walks away. I look down to the photograph and see me and her. The photo from the photo booth from the ice skating rink.
The bell rings and the halls go empty and my knees goes week. My back slides down, against the lockers, and I sit on the floor. I bite my bottom lip in to hold down every thing that was daring to escape out of my mouth. A scream, a cry. I look down on the floor and see a note beside me. I pick it up and it said, Because I love you.
It was the note I slipped into her locker after telling her I loved her at prom.
I bury my face in my hands. "Scott?" I hear Stiles say my name. I look up and he kneel beside me. He looks at the photograph and the note, then back to me.
"Hey, it's going to get better, okay?" He said
"That's the thing," I said, "It's never going to get better. Whenever I was with her, everything made sense. Now it doesn't." I sniffle. I feel a tear falling down my right eye and I wipe it away.
I love her. Always. But she's gone.
I felt like writing Scott's pain. I'm sorry :( But the show didn't include much of their struggles as I thought it should, not even a funeral smh. So I felt like making a short one-shot of Scott's view of Allison's death. Leave a review!
Oh and this is probably the first story in like a long time I made that isn't hannily haha. I hoped you feel emotional .