-Chapter Three-

Sitting in the car, the music playing the newest album that Fall Out Boy released- Save Rock and Roll, it filling the car as she turned it up a little, turning as she drove down the road. Believe it or not, she had been drinking, at least getting four beers in, enough to make her swerve a little as she drove. Seeing her phone ring, she reached over to answer it, putting it against her ear as she drove with her left hand.

"Where are you?" Her father asked, his voice lonely and sadden, no where near angry or upset like she was at the moment.

"Why do you care? Aren't I interrupting you from leaving?" Sky carelessly asked, swerve a little to avoid a chipmunk that was crossing the road.

"Are you drunk, Scarlett?" When he used her first name, it was almost as bad as him using her whole name, but this sounded a little worried.

"Dad, don't worry-" Seeing a dog cross the road, she swerved once more, only letting her grip loosen, the car going on the other side of the road where a car was coming.

Dropping the phone, she grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, pulling away from the car as she spun on the road, going in circles to only drive off the road, her car flipping as it fell down a hill, flipping upwards as the car continued to drive full on into a tree. With blood everywhere, she laid in the driver's seat, unable to move as everything felt numb, the horn continuing to beep as her father yelled into the phone, asking if everything was alright, only everything wasn't alright.

"Stiles, do you hear that noise?" A faint car horn was going off, going deeper into the noises was a faint heartbeat on the edge of stopping.

"What noise?" Stiles asked, looking over to Scott who listened closely hearing a voice in the noises, him trying to make out the words.

"Someone's dying, Stiles." Scot suddenly said, listening as he heard screaming, crying, and the heartbeat in the mixed noises.

"You mean down there?" Pulling over, Stiles motioned towards a car accident at the bottom of the hill, the front wrapping around a tree.

"Call an ambulance." Scott quickly said before rushing down the hill, trying to get to the girl who was screaming for someone to help her, the voice fading.

Laying in the driver's seat, she felt something in her stomach, cutting into her which made her move her head, looking down to see a piece of metal sticking from the front of her stomach, cutting deeply into her. Moving her left arm, she pushed open the car door, blood staining her hands as she managed to push herself out of the driver's seat, falling to the grass.

Making a whimpering noise like a dog would make, she tried to drag herself from the car, pulling herself two feet from it, only to lay on her back, the metal cutting deeper. Blood pooled from her mouth, staining her teeth, lips, chin, neck, and the rest of her shirt. Her hands and arms were covered in blood, her whole body coated in a deep crimson, scratches and cuts across her arms and legs. Laying on the grass, she laid her hands on the metal, trying to pull it out, only screaming in pain, trying to stop as she left it in, her left hand on it.

"Some-" Her voice was filled with bloody, the heartbeat of her pounding in her ears as the car horn started to die down, ending for call for help.

"Somebody help." She weakly called out, looking around to see a person running towards her, another one following the person.

The person came crashing next to her, him unsure of what to do as his face appeared in the moonlight, it being Scott McCall.

"Don't move." He warned, looking over her injuries only to see the metal in her stomach, blood coming out like a fountain.

"Don't tell him. Please, please don't tell him. You don't know what he'll do when he finds me, Scott. Please don't tell him." She whispered, focusing on his face as she whispered sentences over and over again, no names to give off.

"Who are you talking about?" He asked as she reached out of his hand, staining it in blood as she let a tear drop from her eye.

"Ha-" Trying to talk a little louder, she took a deep breath, getting her head off the ground as she looked into his eyes, tears pouring out, whispering, "Hale. Derek Hale."

Loosening her grip, she dropped her head, it tilting left as the ambulance had arrived, Stile's leading them over to the car accident where Scott heard her heartbeat stop, him staring at her as they rushed over. The words played over and over in his head, him making them make sense as he whispered, "Don't tell Derek Hale."

Opening her eyes, she managed to make out a body at the door, it coming towards her as she tried to sit up, only falling back down to feel a pain in her left wrist. Pulling out her arm above the blanket covering her, she saw it was wrapped, looking and feeling like it was broken, not sprained, but broken. Feeling her stomach tighten, she pulled up her hospital gown to discover a bandage covering her wound, a few cuts along her legs, stomach, and arms coming into view. Placing herself up, she noticed the figure was clearer, turning into her father who had some of her clothes in his hand, putting them down in the chair.

"You're free to leave. The hospital says that you aren't that badly damaged, but they'd like you to stay for the next two days, if you'd like." Her father told her, hoping for her to pick the option to stay, but she of course picked to leave, wanting to get away from the hospital.

"You know what my answer is, and it smells here." She mumbled as she swung her legs over the bed carefully, stepping on the floor as she walked over to get her clothes from the chair.

"What does it smell like?" Her father questioned, wanting to know how she was feeling and what she was smelling.

"Like death." She hissed, picking up her clothes as she made her way over to the bathroom, shutting the door before anymore questions were asked.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her hair bundled up in a ball on the top of head, slightly loose with a few strands falling out, dangling along her face, an Ella Moss tank top that went along with her Paige Denim jeans and her ABS by Allen Schwartz flats. Slipping her hand on the doorknob, she slowly opened the door, walking towards her parents who were standing by the entrance along with two people that she knew- Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski.

"These boys say they know you." Her mother told her, watching her look at the boys as they looked back at her, barely smiling.

"I know them," Walking towards her mother, she whispered in her ear, "Can we go home?"

"Yes, we can go home." Her mother said, a slight anger in her voice as they walked out of the room only to see Sheriff Stilinski and two officer's walk over to them.

Knowing why they were going to talk to them, Sky turned the other way, starting to run only for an officer to tackle her to the ground, wrapping handcuffs around her wrists before pulling her up by her arm, holding her right arm and her left shoulder.

"Scarlett Winters you are under arrest for drinking under the age of twenty-one," Sheriff Stilinski began as he saw the other officer pat her down, taking out a packet filled with Veinamine. "And for possession of the drug, Veinamine."

Seeing the shock on her parents faces and her friends faces, she decided nothing could get any worse than what was happening now. With the officer behind her, she kicked his shin, bringing him down as she kicked him, taking the next officer as she turned around, kicking him into the wall which collided with his head, knocking him unconscious which she moved onto the officer on the floor, kicking his face to knock him out instantly, and then she looked at the sheriff who pulled out his gun, only for her to wrap her chain that connected the handcuffs around his neck, only strangling him until he fell unconscious, hitting the ground with the rest of the officers. Getting the key out of his belt, she dug it into her handcuffs, feeling them loosen before she wrapped it around her parents hands, keeping them against the pole next to her door before knocking Stiles out by colliding his head against her knee, finishing with Scott to hit his head against the wall, knocking him unconscious before he could even move a muscle. Running down the hall, she skid around the corner before the crowd could form and witnesses would see her, which no one had. Making it to the elevator, she got down to the first floor, hurrying to the front desk where she jumped around the table, landing on the other side of the desk as she hacked into the security cameras, deleting the footage of her, the officers, and everything that happened. Once finishing her mission, she snatched a sweatshirt off a chair, pulling it around her as the black sweatshirt helped her blend into the shadows. No one could know who or what she was, even if it meant killing someone, she'd do anything to keep her secret between her and her grave.