Allison had laughed because it had worked so flawlessly; pretending to be wasted, so it would discount her as a suspect, while at the same time almost killing her sister. She knew it wouldn't actually kill her, it was just a certain dose of mountain ash every couple of days would knock her out for a long time, making it look like she was dead, so Allison and Chris Argent could take her body somewhere else, and have her wake up forgetting everything.

There had been an amnesiac with the ash, and she would forget that Isaac, Allison, Chris or anyone else actually existed. Of course, if she came into contact with them, she would remember them, but if she didn't, she would live the rest of her life in Germany. Germany was where she and her father had decided they would leave her.

Allison looked at Annabel, where she lay in the hospital bed, wrapped in sheets and deathly pale, and felt bad. Not for Annabel, but for Isaac who was holding her hand, taking her pain, and whispering to her.

After the party, they had both gone with the ambulance to the hospital and he had been with Annabel ever since, and a whole day had passed since then.

'Isaac, go home. There's nothing more you can do for her, and you know it.' Scott took Isaac's hand and pulled him to his feet. Isaac nodded and followed him out of the hospital. Allison followed, and rode in the car with them. Isaac couldn't look at her.

When they had got to the Argent's, Allison walked round to the passenger seat and hugged Isaac.

'I'm so sorry.' She mumbled into his hair.

Isaac pulled away. 'She was your sister too, but you're acting like she meant nothing to you. Chris, Scott, Stiles, even Lydia went to the hospital to sit with her, and she barely knew her. You didn't. It's like you don't care!' Isaac was almost shouting at this point and she felt like crying. She did care, but her sister had always been a problem, and the Argent's had learnt to eliminate problems.

'I never really knew her. To be honest, I know about as much as Lydia knows about her. I didn't sit with her because she's only my sister in blood. We don't even look that much alike.'

Isaac's eyes filled with tears again and he turned away from her and got into the car. 'She is still your sister.' Were his parting words.

Allison had cried that night for the first time since her mother died.

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Isaac had refused to talk to Allison since that night, and, no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't even acknowledge her presence.

A week had passed and he hadn't said a word to her, and every night she'd seen him drive past her house to the hospital with Scott, and he would stay with Annabel's comatose body for hours.

Allison had decided she would have to do the worst thing, and call Scott.

'Hey Allison, what's up?'

'Uh, do you think you could possibly get Isaac on the phone? He won't answer my calls.' Allison asked. She was desperate for his voice, and more than that his touch. Anything would be better than this silence.

'I don't think that's possible. He hasn't talked about you since the night where you said you didn't know Annabel that well.' Scott sighed; it was clear he didn't want to be in the middle of this.

'But it's true! Does he want me to lie and say we've been best buddies since forever? Because we haven't. She left to live with the cousins when we were three. I hadn't talked to her in all my life, unless garbled blah when we were three counts. And I don't think it does.'

'You don't have to explain anything to me, Allison, but I think you're going to want to talk to Isaac about it. Hey Isaac! No, he won't speak to you.'

'In school tomorrow I'm sure I can make him talk to me.' Allison wasn't sure of it, but she had to break this silence.

'Good luck.'

Scott hung up and Allison was left with her thoughts.

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Sorry it was kind of a filler chapter, a full length one will come soon, I promise! Stick with it; I know where I want it to go now, even if it seems like I don't! Thanks for the reviews and support!

A.