Request: Imagine coming back to Beacon Hills after Allison's death. After a few days Scott notices you're different, like a darkness around you. One night he follows you to the lookout point and confronts you about your behavior and you confess that's it's still Allison's death and it still hurts real bad especially being back and seeing everyone except her. You tried to move on out somehow can't. He promises everything is going to be okay and that the pack will help her move on but never forget her.
I had just gotten back from my cousin Allison’s funeral in France. Allison had always wanted to visit France, so her father thought that her funeral should be there. The location made it tricky for her friends to come so it was mostly family except for Isaac, who had left Beacon Hills with my uncle. Allison’s death had shaken me to my core, and I had no idea how I was going to recover. She was my best friend, my only cousin, and I could never imagine my life without her. I guess I don’t have to imagine it anymore, because it’s become my reality.
It was my first day back at Beacon Hills High and it was the last place I wanted to be. As soon as I walked through the doors I got attacked with condolences and sorry’s. None of these people knew her like I did. They didn’t know that she was a Huntress or that she was probably the best person you would meet in your entire life. But I simply nod and move on, keeping my tears back and my chin up. Everything was going well; I hadn’t broken down yet and I had managed to let my mind drift a bit. My morning was quiet, with a spare and gym. It wasn’t until lunch where everything fell down hill.
I walked into the courtyard as a short cut to the parking lot when I saw the pack. They were sitting at their table and all had their heads low. My breath gets caught in my chest and I feel my heart stop beating. I hadn’t prepared myself for this, not at all. Lydia, Stiles, Kira, and Scott all turned to look at me at the same time and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. Allison loved them all so much, and I loved them all so much. I hadn’t even thought about how they may be taking it, especially Lydia who felt her death and Scott who lost his first love.
Lydia waves me over, I could see something missing in her and I knew it was Allison. I don’t move, I can’t. Memories of Allison flash through my mind with the pack. All the good times, all the bad times, everything. I take in a shaky breath and tears roll down my red cheeks. Scott gets up from the table and begins to make his way towards me. He was probably the strongest out of all of us. When I see him walking towards me I realize that I’m not ready to talk to them yet and gain control of my body again. I stumble back and look at him. “Y/N,” Scott calls, but I’m already walking towards my car.
I broke down in my car and skipped third period. I went back into the school for fourth, I had science. I had science with Scott. I got to the class first and I sat in the back with my headphones in. As the students flowed through the doors I kept my head down, and no one sat beside me. I put my bag on my chair so Scott wouldn’t. I couldn’t talk to him right now.
Scott finally walks in and I glance up. He was looking at me with a worried expression. I take a deep breath and turn away, feeling the tears well up. Scott sits at the front of the class and as the class starts going, I start thinking. If only I reacted quicker, if only we listened to Lydia, if only. I’m startled by the P.A system crackling to life. The principal asks me to come down to the office. I grab my stuff and leave the room to make my way down to the office.
I get to her room and knock on the door. “Ah, Y/N Argent, come in.” The principal says. I step inside and sit down across from her. “I’m very sorry about your loss, Allison was a great edition to the school.” He principal starts. “I have her personal effects from her locker, and I thought that you should have them.” She pulls up a box and slides it towards me. I take a deep breath and reach into the box with a shaky hand, trying to keep myself together. I grab something and slowly pull it out: a picture of Allison and I from the summer. We were both smiling and laughing about something silly.
I broke.
I place the picture back in the box, mumble a thank you before grabbing the box and vacating the office. The bell rings as I’m walking out and I walk towards the parking lot. The box was heavy in my hands and I started running. I get into my car and throw the box in the passenger seat before breaking down again. I miss her so much.
That night I walked to the Lookout for some fresh air. I needed to clear my head. I was sitting on the dark grass playing with it when I hear footsteps behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see Scott approaching me. I sigh and turn away, “go away Scott.”
“No, I’m not going anywhere.” Scott says before sitting down beside me. “I’m going to sit here until you’re ready to talk, and when you are ready, we’re going to talk.”
We sat there for fifteen minutes in silence, listening to the wind around us and the trees. I take a deep breath, “I can’t do it.” I turn to Scott, my eyes red and swollen but no tears coming out. “I miss her. I was fine until I saw the pack and then everything just hit me and it was so hard, Scott. It’s so hard not seeing her smile every day or hearing her voice. I miss her with every bone in my body and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Scott puts his arm around my shoulder and brings me into him. I begin to cry again, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t frustrated longing tears; they were acceptance tears. Allison wasn’t coming back. Scott presses his cheek to my head, “I’m going to help you get through this. We’re going to get through this together, I promise.”
I nod into his shoulder and remember something. I pull away slightly to reach into my jacket pocket. I pull out a photo from Allison’s locker and hand it to Scott, “this was in her locker. You should have it.” He looks at it in the dim lightning but he knew what it was. It was a picture of them from Allison’s birthday when they skipped school. I feel a tear hit my head and I take a deep breath.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
“Thank Allison.”
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