I don't even know how closely this story is going to follow season three, but we'll see as the show progresses. ENJOY!
Everything was hazy; the smoke was so thick. She couldn't even see a foot in front of her. She was utterly confused; it didn't make sense. Where was she? How did she get here? She walked forward cautiously, afraid she might bump into something, or someone. She walked slowly, with extended hands; there had to be a wall somewhere, right? She continued for what felt like hours, until she heard a noise. The noise made her blood run cold. It was a scream, a bloodcurdling scream that shook her bones. However, that wasn't what frightened her, it was the fact that she knew that scream. She never heard this voice scream it such a horrific manner, but she knew whom that voice belonged to. She started to sprint, throwing herself through the smoke, calling out, hoping that the person would answer. She began to cry, choking on her tears and the smoke; she felt like she was suffocating. She kept running, until she tripped on something. She hit the ground hard, the wind was completely knocked out of her. She couldn't breathe; she gasped and coughed, struggling for oxygen. The smoke began to clear up and she could breathe once again. It was dark and cold, wherever she was. She didn't recognize the place; it made the hairs all over her body stand on end. She heard more noises now; growling, skin ripping, it didn't make sense. She tried to hide herself, scoot closer to a wall to conceal herself, but she bumped into something. What the hell was it? She turned to look at what was preventing her from moving back, but the sight she saw made her want to die. Her breathe came out broken; she was becoming hysterical. She clutched at her mouth, hoping she could calm herself. It didn't work, for what she saw was too much. The limp and broken body in front of her was something she never wanted to see, never wished to see, never imagined to see. She couldn't control herself any longer; she let out the most ear piercing, pain filled scream. The head on the body fell forward, the blonde hair attached falling with it. Its eyes were open, but they were lifeless. The once gleaming hazel orbs were now dull. The once bouncing blonde hair now seemed like straw. The once vibrant skin was now pale, pasty, cold. The once beautiful Erica Reyes was now limp, bloodied, and dead.
Penelope woke with a start, bolting upright and clutching at her chest. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes stung with tears that had yet to fall. What had she just seen? Why did she dream up something as horrific as that? Why did it feel so real? She covered her mouth, trying to muffle the sobs that began raking her body. She was in physical pain; her bones ached, her muscles were tight, she didn't know what to do. It was still dark, her alarm clock reading 3:42AM. Slowly, she laid herself back down, her sobs rocking her back to sleep.
Music blared from the speakers of her alarm clock, causing Penelope to moan in protest. The song had a heavy bass, making the room around her shake. She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, wincing as her joints popped painfully. She got off her bed, making her way towards the bathroom. As she entered, she looked at herself in the mirror; she was still wearing the same clothes and makeup from the day before. Her makeup was smudged, running down her cheeks, and her clothes were wrinkled all over. She sighed, before stripping down and practically throwing herself into the scalding hot water of her shower.
Her morning was rushed: she barely ate breakfast before she was ushered out the house into her car. She drove to school quickly, arriving in under five minutes. She walked speedily inside the school building, retrieving her books out of her locker and heading to her first period. Her head started spinning; she just wanted to go back home and sleep. She laid her head on her desk, hoping she could just sleep through all of her classes. She began drifting to sleep, but suddenly there was movement beside her, causing her to become fully awake again. She groaned, cursing the person next to her. She turned her head, glaring at the stranger through squinted eyes. It was a boy. His hair was short and ridiculously curly. His jaw was so strong it looked like you could smack it with a brick and the brick would break instead. Penelope couldn't help but stare. He looked so familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on where she had seen him before.
The bell rang, and their teacher walked in, calling class to order. Penelope sat up as he began taking roll. She listened to the monotone "here"s that followed every name the teacher called. She responded in the same monotone when her own name was called. She began to zone out, wishing that she could have went back home; she may have wanted to be in Beacon Hills, but that didn't mean she wanted to be in school. The teacher was still calling names, taking his sweet time. Penelope sighed deeply through her nose. Could he be any slower? As she cursed the man for taking so long, her thoughts were interrupted by a voice speaking suddenly next to her. "Here." it said. Its tone was bored, as if it didn't want to be there as well. She turned, raising her brows at the boy with the curly hair and god-chiseled jaw. He was leaned back in his chair, one of legs extended into the aisle. He looked utterly bored out of his mind, but his jaw was clenched tightly, and his eyes, which were the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen, held a whirlpool of emotions. She stared at him, becoming frustrated as to why he seemed so familiar. "Mr. Lahey, I would appreciate it if you would sit like a well-mannered young man while in my classroom, thank you." The teacher said, directing his words at the mysterious boy. Wait, Lahey. Issac Lahey. Penelope's eyes widened; Erica had told her about this boy. The two had become very good friends and would hang out often with another boy, Boyd she believed his name was. She remembered where she'd seen his face before, it was at Erica's funeral. He had looked so angry, as if he were ready to go on a killing spree, and Penelope believed that he probably would have. She turned to face the front of the room, giving her attention to the teacher, putting Issac in the back of her mind.
Issac felt very uncomfortable; the new girl kept staring at him. He knew who she was, she was Erica's childhood best friend. Erica had told him and Boyd quite a lot about her, probably more than they should have known. They knew of her bouts of depression, her drinking and drug problems, it was all so weird, seeing her in person. The day before, all he could see was a hopelessly broken girl. She had walked in and sort of just slumped into her seat next to him after the teacher forced her to introduce herself to the class. That man was fucking annoying, couldn't he see how fucked up she was? She didn't do anything all class period, she just sat there, staring at the wall. During lunch he saw her run off with some kids he knew to be druggies, and it made him frown. It saddened him to know that she would never know how her best friend really died, or the "double-life" she lived. He looked over at her; she was listening to the teacher. She looked like a mess, as if she had given up with life. He suppressed the growl that rose up in his throat; their friend was dead, and he wasn't going to stop until whoever caused it was a bloody heap of flesh and bones.
tbh i hated how this entire chapter turned out, it sucks ((well to me at least)) but I hoped you all enjoyed it! R&R