Chapter Seventeen: The Message

"-alone in this, Scott. If we don't see each other again, I don't want us to be left off feeling no love, 'cause I do love you. If I don't make it out alive, I want you to remember that I love you more than you could ever know. I love you, Scott McCall and don't you dare forget that this, us, wasn't true, 'cause it honestly was. It's as true as true can come. God, I love you. Goodbye, Scott." He listened to the message over and over again, hoping that one day she would return.

It's been five whole months since the night she disappeared and the only thing he had left of her was the message. The police stopped searching a month ago, seeing how there was no trace of what happened to her, other than the message she left. Derek stopped helping him look, saying that her smell was untraceable and that he should just find peace with what happened. Melissa, Stiles, Allison, Lydia- everyone stopped looking for her, seeing how not even Derek could find her. All Scott could do was listen to her voice, trying to see that she wouldn't come back. He's been in Rose's apartment, inside her bedroom, listening to the same message over and over again. Since that night, he's rarely been to school, and even when he did, he didn't talk to anyone or look at anyone. Everyone was worried about him, but they didn't dare tell him it was going to be okay because it wasn't going to. Melissa asked him if he wanted to make plans for a funeral and burying an empty coffin, but he refused to believe it. He still believed that she would walk through the door one day, smiling and saying everything was okay, but he knew it wouldn't happen. That's never how it happened. Never.

Her hand held up the bottom of her Adrianna Papell One Shoulder Tulle Mermaid gown, pressing her hair on the wall as she peaked around the corner to see a guard walk her way and she quickly pressed up against the wall, holding her breath as he walked straight pass her and up the stairs. As she started down the hall, her Nolan- Blk Silky high heels clacked against the marble floor as her reflection shined below her, which was braided across the top of her head and the rest of her hair was let down. Once she turned the corner, she leaned up against a door as she heard two guards coming, her opening the door and shutting as she held her breath, waiting for them to pass by. Before she left, her gaze fell upon a picture and she walked over to it, her hands falling away from the door as she went to see it. Picking it up, she realized what it was a picture of and she started to smile, a small tear falling out of the corner of her left eye. Holding it against her, she whispered, "Scott," as she looked ahead of her, thinking of Scott.

"I believe in you. I'll give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you- to live, to breath. You're taking over me." Scott whispered, hearing the quote from a song that she loved and put on replay every day when she was in the kitchen.

Looking down at his phone, he saw that Stiles was calling and he hesitated to press end. Deciding, he pressed call, seeing how it would go if he had picked end.

"Hello?" Scott asked, rubbing her eyes as he leaned against the table in the kitchen, listening.

"Are you alright? I know it's been five months since, well, you know." Stiles said, not wanting to say anything to upset Scott.

"You mean since Rose disappeared? Since she is presumed dead? Since she left this call to me, it being her last call before she left." Scott said, listing what everyone had told him and what had happened.

"I was going to say since she died, but if that's the way you want to put it-" Stiles tried to say, but Scott cut him off.

"Stiles, she's not dead. I know she's not dead because I love her." Scott said, a tear sparkling in his eye as he said it.

"Sometimes that's not enough, Scott. I loved my mom, but it wasn't enough to keep her from dying. Everyone loves someone, but that's not enough to keep them safe- to keep them alive." Stiles told him, thinking back to his mom's death, but shaking himself out of it.

"No, I know it's not enough, but someone's got to help her and no damn person will. Unless you have an idea to find her, I want you to leave me alone, Stiles." Scott said, keeping back the tears as he listened to Stiles.

"No person will because they're afraid of uncovering the truth and having to tell you that she really is gone- that she really is dead. They thought it's better to let you uncover it by yourself. At least you can do that- you can uncover the truth." Stiles said, hanging up as he left Scott to think about his words.

After a week passed, Scott had officially locked himself out of everyone's lives as he stayed in Rose's apartment, his hope still reaching out, but it getting shorter and shorter. Scott would sometimes get up to answer the door, or to take a shower, or to go to the bathroom, but most of it was spent in her room, him eating little every day, still thinking about Rose. Every day seemed like it would be different, but it would never change for him. He started to drift off to think about the twins she was carrying, his life turning into a wreck. Perhaps today would be a different one for him?

Walking over to the door that he heard someone at, he wrapped his hand around the doorknob, twisting it as he opened it to see a face he had dreamed of for months. Standing in the middle of the hall was Rose who laid her eyes on Scott's eyes before she twisted to fall on her back, suddenly letting the bloody bullet wound catch his eyes. With her eyes closed, he laid her down on her back, staring into his eyes as he felt her heartbeat, a weak one, but still a heartbeat, pound in her chest.

"Rose, I need you to open your eyes for me." Scott's voice was shaky as he stared at the bloody pouring out of her shoulder, it dripped onto the floor.

"Are they alright?" Her voice whispered, her eyes looking up at his face as she moved her hand on her stomach, trying to see if her twins were alive.

"We need to get you to a hospital." He said, sweeping her up in his arms as he walked over to the door, carrying her weight on one arm as he grabbed the door, shutting it.

"I was lost for so long, Scott. I didn't know where I was, but all I thought about was you. They didn't want me to leave them, Scott. He wanted me to stay with him until death do us part. I don't want to stay with anyone for the rest of my life unless," She glanced into his eyes, her voice breaking as she brought her hand up to his face to whisper, "Unless that person is you."

"You're gonna be fine. We are going to get to the hospital and they'll help you." Scott assured her as he made it outside, sitting down on the steps as he pulled out his phone, calling an ambulance.

"Scott," Blood started to come out of her mouth again as she spoke, gripping his shirt with all her strength as she pulled him to look at her. "I'm bleeding out for you."

Her head dropped back, him dropping the phone as his hands wrapped around her face, pulling her hair away from her face as a few tears formed in his eyes, him whispering, "Rose."

Not taking his eyes off of her, he picked the phone up to hear the person on the other end ask what situation he was in. Simply giving his address, along with telling them that his girlfriend was bleeding out from a bullet wound in her shoulder, not to mention she was pregnant with twins, he hung up the phone, his attention fully sucked back on Rose.

The ambulance blared it's sirens, stopping on the side of the road as two paramedic's got out, rushing over to Scott as he gently laid her on the ground, backing away as they tried to revive her. When the call ended, her breathing had stopped and he had tried to breath back into her, but nothing was working. He felt that he had lost her, just like before, only this time he knew what had happened to her, no longer being a mystery. He watched as her body went up, the shock hitting her three times, then her body falling back down, nothing. Just as the paramedic's started to give up on Rose, them about to get off the ground and put her body inside the ambulance, no longer needing to use the sirens, her body went up on it's own, her coughing out blood in exchange for oxygen as the paramedic's began to work on her. With Scott only focusing on Rose, he hadn't noticed to crowd that had formed around them, watching them work on her.

"Would you like to come with her?" A paramedic asked Scott, him nodding as he walked over to the ambulance, his eyes laying upon Rose as she looked at him.

Her hand raised up to his face, gently falling onto his hand that was on his lap, both of them smiling as the ambulance began to take off, the other paramedic watching Rose.