The Story Of The Wondering:
Slipping into a pair of sweatpants with a black spaghetti strapped, she tried her hair into a high ponytail, the tips of her hair swinging around her neck, hitting her shoulders. About to slip into bed, she noticed the window was open, her standing from her bed to shut it, pulling it close and locking it before turning around. She let out a short scream when she saw Derek Hale on her bed, her rushing over to the door where she saw Scott hurrying to her room, her seeing him stop.
"Are you alright?" He feared for his younger sister's safety, him wanting to burst into her room to see what made her scream.
"Yeah. I accidentally cut my finger open." As she told the story, she felt around for the doorknob, slipping to the lock where she felt a sharp piece, putting pressure on her figure as she slid it across the locker, cutting it open as told in the story.
With Derek watching, he watched as she cut her finger, using the excuse she had told, him thinking, "Nice save."
"Let me see it." Part of him didn't believe her, but when she held up her finger, exposing the cut, he held her finger in his hand, looking at it.
"It's just a small scratch. It'll heal." She wanted him to leave as she wanted to deal with Derek being in her bedroom in the middle of the night.
"Alright. Sweet dreams." Kissing her cheek, she smiled as he began to leave, her shutting her door, leaning against as she looked at Derek sitting on her bed, watching her.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" She questioned, walking away from her door as she walked over to him, stopping at the edge of her bed.
"You caught my interest," He began, slipping from her bed as he walked over to a picture of her in a cheerleading uniform. "And not many people can do that."
"If my mom see's a thirty year old man in my bedroom, she will literally die a little inside before throwing you out the window and grounding me for the rest of my life." Taking her photo out of his hands, she set it back down on her dresser, watching him go over to the next set of pictures about her.
"It's twenty, not thirty, and she already knows who I am. I'll probably be tossed out the front door with that, not the window. You were correct on her grounding you, though." Derek stopped to see her in her two piece swimsuit with two boys next to her and a girl behind her.
"Doesn't matter if she has meant you or not. Scott still knows you and I have a feeling that when he catches me talking to you, he will personally kill me." Starting to push him to the window, she watched him turn around, her groaning at how stubborn he was.
"At least let me leave through the front door." Derek said, walking to the door as he saw her race to the door, breathing heavily as she stared at him.
"Follow me," She whispered, opening the door to look out, seeing that her older brother's door was closed and her mother was nowhere in sight, her looking back at Derek. "And don't do anything."
Walking down the steps, she felt Derek breathing down her neck, her hating every time she could feel him, her turning around to say, "Can you stop that?"
"Stop what?" Derek asked, completely confused as he didn't know what he was doing to get himself yelled at, him tilting his head a little.
"Breathing on my neck." She mumbled, turning back around as she reached the bottom of the stairs, Derek next to her as she hurried to the front door, opening it.
"Same time tomorrow night?" Derek asked, standing between the door and the door frame, blocking her from slamming it in his face.
"I will personally kill you if you come back here. Scott even told me not to talk to you." Her hands on the door, she looked at Derek who looked back at her, him blinking once before he spoke.
"Do you always do as he tells you?" Derek questioned, knowing the answer by her sighing, looking to her left behind the door as if something would attack her.
"Well, no." Her eyes looked innocent along with face as she leaned against the door, her eyes connecting with his hazel eyes.
"Than tomorrow night, same time." Before she could protest, he disappeared from her eyes, her sighing as she shut the door, leaning against it.
She was defeated.
When she had woken up, she dragged herself out of her bed, reaching the door where she saw Scott tossing his bag into his room, him just getting home from school.
"How was school?" She managed to ask before she yawned, rubbing her eyes as she got a better image of him walking over to her.
"Wasn't different. How are you?" He asked as he brought himself over to her, her leaning against the door frame as she leaned against it for support to stand.
"Exhausted. Still want to sleep." She flickered her eyes around the hallway, making sure nothing was different as she looked back to Scott.
"Think of how tired you are, and then multiply it by a million. That's how tried I am." He leaned against the door frame as she did, only to stand back on his feet.
"You should get some sleep, then. See you whenever we wake up." She told him as he nodded, walking away from her as she shut her door, going back to her bed where she instantly fell asleep the second she hit the pillows.
The next time she opened her eyes, she saw Derek standing over her, him sitting on the other end of her where she turned to look at him.
"Why did you come back?" She whispered, standing up as the light had brightened the room.
"To see you." Derek told her as she pulled herself from her covers, sitting on her blankets as she laid back down, looking from the ceiling to him.
"Why do you want to see me?" She questioned as she watched Derek answer it like it was his own name he was asked about.
"Because you are different." Derek replied, not taking his eyes off her as she seemed to be unable to take her eyes off him.
"Different how?" She asked, interested as he put his leg over her, him sitting on top of her, smiling.
"Different good." He didn't have to describe it as he leaned in, kissing her softly before pulling away, her surprised which made them fall over the edge of the bed, hitting the floor.
"Derek." She managed to say between her laughing, him over her and, for the first time, he started laughing with her.
Suddenly the door opened, showing Scott running into stop, seeing his younger sister beneath Derek Hale, the person five years older than her.
"Scott, it's fine," She said, only for Scott to run at Derek, him jumping in mid-air, ripping Derek off her and onto the floor. "Scott, it's fine."
Getting off the floor, she hurried over to stop Scott from hurting Derek, her saying, "Scott, leave him alone."
Suddenly he hit her across the face, her hitting the edge of her dresser as she fell to the floor, blood leaking out of the gash on her forehead, her unconscious.
"Do you see what you cause?" Scott shouted at Derek as he managed to get away from Derek, hurrying over to his younger sister to check how she was.
"At least I didn't hit her across her face and do this. This," Motioning to the blood staining the floor, him, her, and what had happened to her, he continued, "Was your fault."
"My fault? It's suddenly my fault when you appear in her room on top of my sister?" Scott shouted at Derek, him not paying attention at Allie as he shouted.
"She was laughing. She wanted this." Derek told him, Scott suddenly stopping as he looked towards Allie, now knowing that what was happening was her decision.
About to ask a question, he saw the window was opened, the curtain blowing as Derek had disappeared.
A classic Derek Hale move.
Picking up his sister, he began to call Stiles, hoping he could take him to the hospital.
"What happened?" Melissa asked as she met Scott in the hall next to the room Allie was in, her currently finishing her stitches, the doctor wrapping a white bandage around her head before help her up.
"She fell down the stairs and hit her head." Scott managed to come up with an excuse before she came out, Melissa hurrying over to Allie who was being supported by the doctor, now supported by Melissa.
"You alright?" Scott asked as he stood, helping his sister, only for her to shake her arm away from him as she glared at him.
"Don't touch me, Scott." Allie told him as her mother helped her away from Scott, her not understanding what had happened.
Scott was left in the hall.
Feeling guilty.
Guilty.
Under her blankets, she laid her head on her pillow, turning around to notice Derek was standing by the door, hands in his pockets.
"Are you alright?" She questioned, scrambling to stand, only for him to put her back in her bed.
"I'm not the one who had to go to the hospital," He said, sitting on the edge of her bed as he went on. "How are you feeling?"
"Sad. Angry. Upset. Mad. Everything is mixing together." Allie said as she looked at Derek who adjusted himself on the bed.
"Mad at who?" Derek asked, watching as she used her elbows to help her sit back down.
"Scott." She whispered his name as if it was a curse to be said aloud.
"You shouldn't be. He was only trying to protect his sister. You'd do the same." He told her, her suddenly becoming mixed into her emotions.
"Confused." She replied to him, him unsure of what she was saying.
"What?" Derek questioned, wanting to know what she was replying to.
"You asked how I was feeling. I'm confused." She answered, him catching on at her new emotion.
"Perhaps we shouldn't see each other anymore." Derek said, beginning to stand as he was about to walk out of the room.
"Derek, please don't go." She begged, hating that he was leaving her after them just hitting it off.
Well, hitting it off wasn't the right term.
Maybe getting to know each other was right.
"We can't risk another fight. You love each other. Who am I to stand in the way?" Walking to the window, he put his legs out first, not looking back.
"Derek," A chocked sob escaped her mouth, seeing him look bag as she whispered, "Please don't leave me alone."
"I'm sorry, Allie. I'm so sorry." Before another word could be said, he jumped out the window to leave Allie alone, crying.
For the first time in his life, he was actually sorry.
He meant he was sorry.
He was sorry.
And that night she had cried herself to sleep once more.
That night Scott had listened to his younger sister cry.
He listened to the conversation she had with Derek.
He listened to her completely fall apart when Derek had left her.
And it was his fault.
Opening her eyes, the stains of tears on her face have left a dry wetness, which she attempted to rub off, it not working. Giving up, she decided to change into a pair of jeans, slipping on black All-Star converse that were hidden by her jeans, a red spaghetti strapped shirt, a black leather jacket, and for the final touches, she left her hair down, her side bangs covering the left side of her upper face, hiding most of the fact that told people she had been crying.
She felt hidden.
Almost invisible.
Opening her door, she discovered that she, once again, had missed her older brother and mother heading out to school and work.
It didn't matter.
They didn't care.
She was good enough for her and no one else.
Her appearance was for her.
Her talking was for her.
She was good enough.
And good enough was perfect.
At least for her.
On her way out of the house, she took her iPod, not bothering with her iPhone as she didn't know who'd she call and if they'd be there for her.
Her iPod would be there.
Her songs were the way she could cope with life.
They were her drug.
Her obsession.
Leaving the house, she took in a deep breath before opening the door, stepping into the cold air.
Take a walk in the woods.
She might be able to find Derek.
And kill him.
After all, she didn't bring a kitchen knife with her for nothing.
Usually boys didn't have that affect on her.
But Derek did.
She had fallen in love with a boy who didn't love her back.
She became a thirteen year old girl again.
No.
Twelve year old girl.
And it was pathetic.
Closing her eyes, she made her way to the woods, her opening them to find she had gotten to the edge of the woods. Taking another deep breath, she stepped into the woods, the leaves crunching beneath her feet as she made her way inside. She could barely breath as she was walking.
It felt like somebody was ripping out her heart.
She didn't need, so they could take it.
She wanted it to be taken away.
It'd keep her emotions hidden.
She wouldn't have to feel the pain anymore.
It'd all be over.
Nobody would know.
Nobody.
Before she knew it, someone had tackled her once more, her looking into hazel eyes.
Derek Hale.
"I brought you something." She whispered, showing the knife as she went for his heart, missing.
"Allie, put that down. You could hurt someone." They were now rolling on each other, him trying to get the knife as she tried to hit him with it.
The memory was tearing her apart.
And it was succeeding.
He is everywhere she goes.
Everyone she sees.
But these clouds won't leave.
"You should know how a heart," Gasping, they had stopped from fighting with each other, Derek slowly rising as a knife was sticking out of a stomach. "Breaks."
She felt it inside her.
It hadn't went in Derek.
It went in her.
She had made a mistake.
For the first time in the past hour she had been thinking, she realized that her wanting to hurt him- to kill him, had been a mistake.
She was stupid for trying to hurt him.
And now she's hurt herself.
"Derek," She whispered, blood starting to rise in her throat, her feeling it in her mouth before continuing to speak. "Derek."
Watching him start to walk backwards, she realized that he was leaving her alone.
"Derek, don't leave me here." She whined, well, begged, hoping he'd stop and come back to help her to the hospital.
It didn't happen that way.
She watched him run away.
And left her for dead.
No.
She was dead.
She felt her life drain before her eyes.
She could feel the coldness.
And the darkness.
And it was painful.
The afterlife was painful.
Before she could see anymore, her vision blurred.
She was now unconscious.
Walking down the woods, trying to find Derek as he had hurt his sister, he turned his head back and forth.
And then he found her.
Rushing to her side, he found her left on the ground, leaves covering half of her, blocking the blood, but the knife sticking out of her stomach was enough to make him worry.
At least more than seeing her on the ground.
Was it to pull out the knife or to leave it in?
Without another thought, he pulled it out.
And blood started to go everywhere.
Pressing his hands on her wound, he began to think.
It was to leave it in.
Worried, he lifted his younger sister from the ground, rushing back to the road where Stiles had been waiting as he dropped Scott off.
Seeing him carrying his younger sister, he made his way out of his jeep, hurrying over to them.
"What happened?" Stiles asked as he took Allie from Scott, him rushing over to his jeep where he placed her in the back.
"Derek Hale." Scott mumbled, knowing he'd deal with him when he knew that she was safe and well.
He moved to the back of the jeep.
He needed to help his younger sister.
Pulling her head on his lap, he felt for her pulse.
Weak.
Her heart?
Weak.
Her breathing?
Weak.
Signs showing she would die were placed everywhere.
Who knows how long she was left there.
Where had the knife even came from?
If Derek wanted her dead, he could have used his claws.
Less evidence to the police.
It would look like an animal attack.
And nobody could pin point it was Derek Hale.
He wasn't an animal.
He was just a human in their eyes.
But in Scott's, he was a monster.
Waiting outside the surgery room, he watched his mother hurry down the hall towards where Scott was, her looking like a disaster.
"What happened to her?" Melissa had asked the first question she could think of.
"She was attacked in the woods with a knife." Scott said, telling the parts that were true to his mother.
"Second time in two days." Melissa sighed, raising a hand to her forehead as she watched a doctor come out of the surgery room.
"Will she make it?" Scott asked, watching the doctor have an expression on his face telling them it was bad news, and what he will say will just be another reason why to kill Derek Hale.
"She has lost a lot of blood."
Derek Hale's fault.
"The knife had pierced not one, but two of her lungs.
Derek Hale's fault.
"It is possible she will feel pain in her stomach if she wakes up."
Derek Hale's fault.
"It-"
Derek Hale's fault.
"Is-"
Derek Hale's fault.
"Possible-"
Derek Hale's fault.
"She-"
Derek Hale's fault.
"Might-"
Derek Hale's fault.
"Not-"
Derek Hale's fault.
"Wake-"
Derek Hale's fault.
"Up."
Derek Hale's fault.
"What do you mean, 'It's possible she might not wake up?'" Melissa had almost screamed at him, feeling her heart speed up.
"With the number of blood she had lost, her waking up is a small possibility." Her told her, checking over his papers to make sure he hadn't made any mistake.
"How long?" Melissa closed her eyes, feeling like crying as Scott stood where he was, clearly angry, which went to Derek Hale.
"Tops? Tonight." Turning, he left them alone as Melissa turned to cry into her son's shoulder, Scott thinking of painful ways to kill a werewolf.
There were so many.
And so little time.
Derek Hale caused the pain.
Derek Hale hurt his younger sister.
Derek Hale hurt his mother.
Derek Hale hurt him.
Derek Hale caused the tears.
Derek Hale caused his mother's tears.
Derek Hale caused his younger sister's tears.
Derek Hale's fault.
Everything was Derek Hale's fault.
Derek Hale must die.
