Isaac Lahey was nothing more than a mere silhouette of the boy he once was. The hollow, empty feeling that hadn't escaped him since his best friend had been pronounced as dead. It was a sickening feeling, still is. The way he walked into the police station, expecting Sheriff Stilinski to come out himself and reiterate what Isaac'd been told on the phone. But instead, he'd gotten a deputy, one with a pot belly and wide, rounded eyes. His demeanor told the sandy haired boy he had experience with breaking the bad news, and the way he gazed down at his shoes told Isaac it as just another day at work. Like Isaac was just another client, and Scott some dumb kid who'd gone and gotten himself killed.
"I-" He started but Isac just shook his head, feeling the hot sting of angry tears threating to overflow, and feeling his blood boil he let out one, loud, heart shattering cry. "NO."
He refused, shaking his head profusely. "Youre wrong." The words were professed strongly, but inside he felt weak. "YOU'RE WRONG! He-He can't be! You'll see! He'll come walking in through that door right there, smiling stupidly and laughing about some asinine thing he did with stiles! You'll see!" He continued on in his fit of rage, but subdued himself to at least sit in the chair by the door. It was Scott. Stupid, lovable, invincible Scott. And Isaac wouldn't be leaving without him.
So there he sat. For two days, waiting for the boy who never came.
Snapping back into reality he had just enough time to watch as Stiles made his death march down the stairs, and with a hard gulp, made his way up himself, feeling the eyes of many bearing down on his back, and all he really wanted was that stupid boy, with the lopsided grin and hero complex back to help him through it all. But then again, wasn't that the problem?
Marching up the stairs and to the podium, Isaac sighed, trying to muster up any composure he had left. "So uh...Stiles basically summed him up." Isaac commented, holding onto the sides of the worn out stand for support, and attempting a short smile.
"What uh...what he forgot to add was his uh...damn big heart." Wiping the tears angrily from his face he continued on. "I barely knew him not too long ago, but he was the one with the moral compass. The one who would die to save a total stranger, the one who...let some kid stay at his house when he had no where else to go." And now the place just seemed empty. But that part wasn't fit to say. The gaping loneliness that Scott McCall left in his heart was...well, there wasn't a word for it. Not even close.
"Scott McCall was the bravest person I've ever met. From being a kid who's been treated like shit, to one day making friends with someone who actually cared. It was, extraordinary to say the least." Isaac fumbled with the paper he'd written the speech on, but at this point it was utterly useless, seeing as how the tear stains made his already ghastly handwriting illegible.
"To me, I thought he could never die. I mean, come on! It's Scott. I guess we all die sometime it just seemed so...foreign for him to go. And the weirdest part of all is just the thought that that quirky kid who sat in front of me in History would mean so much- so much to me." Again the persistent tears that had welled at his eyes, made their appearance, cascading down his face and hitting the podium with raw finality. He wiped his face, looking out into the crowd, and skimming the gigantic number of people who had gathered. Half of them didn't truly know who Scott was, and the other half knew him too well.
"He was just some kid, you know? But as you can tell," Isaac added, motioning to the wide crowd, "he wasn't a bad one. Sure, he got into trouble now and then, Stiles here made sure of that." Isaac commented, trying to bring some life to the lifeless Stiles still shock still in his seat, but he wouldn't move. Wouldn't even acknowledge anyone at this point. Isaac's chest tightened, the thought of Scott not being there with him, every step of the way was soul crushing and Isaac had never felt more alone, even having been locked in the freezer for hours.
"He was a damn good kid. We uh, met on the lacrosse field actually, you could say he saw something in me, and that's how we became friends." Isaac said, attempting humor once again, the only slight smiles coming from those who knew of the wolves. Suddenly, and without warning Isaac's legs gave way and he did all he could but clutch the podium harder to keep from falling. The weight of Scott being gone was unbearable, and where he thought the parade of tears had stopped, they started up again, brushing down Isaac's face like it was nothing.
"I miss him already." He choked out, pushing away from the stage, away from Scott's body and away from any happiness he might have. Leaving his best friend there, while Isaac was to go on just wasn't fair. It should've been him. It should've been Isaac laying there, not Scott, never Scott. They say only the good die young but they never mentioned anything about the great.
Marching back to his seat, the eyes still followed him, probably waiting for the fall out that was sure to come but Isaac just shook his head, sighed, and sat down next to Melissa. She was shaking, her entire form in a heap, clutching a tissue like it was a lifeline, and in one swift motion Isaac lay his hand on hers. If he could take away his pseudo mom's pain, he would but the pain in losing Scott McCall would never fade. Not in a million years. Because that's what happens when you come across those rare, truly compassionate people. You love them, then you lose them.
A/N If you have any specific person you'd like to see up next, feel free to leave a review! Thanks xx