Request: “Can I have a teen with image with the pack after Allison died and the reader and her were super close and the reader starts getting depressed and saying things like “is all of this worth it in the end” and “it should have been me”? Thanks I love your writing if not I understand.”
Warning: thoughts of depression, angst, swearing, fluff, flashbacks, ghost!allison, etc.
(Y/n) let out a scream- no, a shrill so loud the sound made Lydia’s banshee cry sound like child’s play. Her voice was hoarse and broken as she helplessly watched her closet friend get stabbed brutally in front of her, unable to do anything due to the pain emulating within her body, (Y/n) watched helplessly. Allison, her practical sister, fell to the dirt covered ground, clutching her stomach as blood began to pour out from it. Suppressing all the pain she had, (Y/n) crawled over to her dying friend, already pushing away the tears that began to threaten her ducts. She didn’t want her last memory of Allison to be blocked by tears. She wanted to remember her for as she was.
Glancing up at Scott, who shared the same hopeless eyes. Allison begun to slowly slip away. But that didn’t stop him from muttering hopelessly calming words into her ear. Allison glanced between the two people she adored the most, tears traveling down her face. (Y/n) cradled her friends head, humming Allison’s favorite tune as she tried to not weep. “I love you both, so much…” Allison croaked softly. Her last words. Though (Y/n) was human, she heard the words clearly, and watched as her best friend took her last dying breath. Scott felt her heartbeat disappear completely, leaving the world in their arms. Scott and (Y/n) broke down, holding and weeping each other for comfort.
(Y/n) shot up from the confines of her bed, gasping and heaving heavily. A layer of sweat cascading across her whole body as she whipped the covers away. The longer (Y/n) attempted to relax and remain calm, the more her heartbeat grew as her body began to shake. She shook her head at the realization that her dream wasn’t a dream, it was a memory. Her best friend was gone. No, no, she can’t be. (Y/n) thought to herself as she fumbled to reach her phone. Dialing her contact number for the millionth time. When she didn’t answer, she called again, shaking her head in denial. “No, no, no, no..”
The phone continued to ring until it went to Allison’s voice-mail. She continued to shake her head, denying the inevitable truth. After the fifth call, she threw her phone on her bed, thankful it didn’t break. This happened most nights since her death. Aggressive flashbacks that left her sleep deprived and shaky before dialing her friend, only to come to realization that she was gone, ripped out of her life. Ever since Allison’s death, the pack wasn’t the same. Especially Scott and (Y/n). Scott bravely kept his head held up high despite grieving on his own. (Y/n) however, for her, it was more than that.
Since Allison’s death, (Y/n) stopped eating all together, barely sleeping and decided to cut off her friends and family in the process. Everywhere she looked, (Y/n) was reminded of Allison and her death. Everyday normal activities started to become difficult to fofill. Getting out of bed or brushing her hair started to become harder than ever; a nuisance. Let’s not even talk about pack meetings. She stopped coming altogether, choosing to spend her nights locked in her room. (Y/n)’s poor mother spent hours at the edge of her door, waiting for her daughter to say something, smile, anything. She herself, seemed to be losing hope.
While her mother awaited anxiously below the steps of the stairs, (Y/n) stared off into the distance; the void of the darkness. She held a photo close to her chest, eyes blank, lifeless, as she shook on the edge of her butt, back and forth, curled and crumpled up in her hands lied a picture of her and Allison. They had gotten off a roller-coaster, hair messy and smiles from ear to ear. Scott grinning over their shoulders while Stiles stuck his tongue out at (Y/n), winking at the camera. It was marked down as the best day of Allison’s life. (Y/n)’s most favorite and prized memory.
(Y/n) wasn’t entirely sure how long she’d been sitting there, in her room. She was just staring at the picture, longingly. The sight alone would make anyone’s heart crumble. The longer (Y/n) gazed down at the photo, the sadder she became. Allison would never graduate.. She would never get married or get her dream job.. Allison would never travel the world and drink wine under the stars.. She would never again laugh until her stomach begged for mercy.. She would never attend Prom.. She would never have kids or a husband to call her own.. These unsettling thoughts plagued (Y/n)’s conscious all the time. Allison was gone.. How would (Y/n) go on? How would she be able to live without her? She went to Allison for everything. She was the real reason (Y/n) made it through most of high school.
The first day the two met, thanks to Stilinski being late to retrieve (Y/n) from her house, she was late for first period. Allison was right on her tail as she stumbled into Economics. Coach at yelled at her in front of the whole class for being late. The whole while (Y/n) was trying to defend herself, Allison spoke up and saved her life by saying, “Actually, (Y/n) was helping me with my locker. I’m the new student. She offered to walk me here but we were a little behind schedule. It was my fault.” Allison had saved (Y/n)’s ass from Coaches wrath. And after that moment, the two had become thick as thieves. Slowly but surely, all of her memories of Allison seemed to have haunted (Y/n). She barely slept or ate anything. The pack begun to grow extremely worried for her. After a few days, they decided to confront her.
(Y/n) leaned against the wall of lockers, looking across at Allison’s empty one. She felt numb, completely and utterly numb. Allison meant everything to her, and more. She felt as though someone had taken a gigantic blade and ripped her body apart, starting with her heart. (Y/n) felt nothing but pain and solemn thoughts. Wiping away her tears with obvious aggression, she whimpered. “A-Allison, I-I can’t do this without you..I-I can’t l-live without you...” She managed to say before sobbing into her legs. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her to make herself feel small, attempting to block the pain out. All of a sudden, two pairs of hands wrapped around her. She’d know those hands anywhere. Stiles and Scott. Her best friends, practically since birth.
Stiles nudged her ever so slightly so that she would rest her head on his chest. Scott sat on the other side, hugging her waist somewhat awkwardly. She sobbed harder than ever, clutching onto the boys with a death tight grip, afraid she’d lose them too. “Is all of this worth it in the end... Fighting these heartless monster only for one of us to die.. I-I can’t do this without her..” Scott begun to weep, as well. He had attempted to contain his pain but seeing his best friend hurt so much, it reminded him of how he really felt. (Y/n)’s body started to shake as her voice grew unstable. “It should have been me..” The second those words left her mouth, Scott and Stiles glanced up at one another, crying aggressively. “No, (Y/n)! Don’t you dare say that! Allison shouldn’t have died but she wouldn’t have wanted to see you like this and you know that..
She would want you to smile and laugh again.. It hurts like hell that we lost her but don’t you dare think it should’ve been you. Nobody was suppose to die.. but it happened, and we can’t change that.. (Y/n), we can’t lose you and Allison wouldn’t want this..” Scott said, his voice somewhat rocky from crying. (Y/n) brushed her tears away, mumbling softly. “I-It just hurts so much..” Scott nodded, understandingly. He had just lost his first love. He had hoped they would continue their firsts and try all sorts of things. She always made him smile and now that she was gone, he understood (Y/n)’s pain. He kissed the crevace of her head, mumbling softly. “I know.. But we need to be okay.. For Allison..” Despite the pain and tears, (Y/n) nodded, gulping back the sob that started to awaken. “For Allison..”
