Shadows

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POSSIBLE TW
I know everyone has seen this episode, but it does deal with attempted suicide. If it was a trigger in the show, it'll be a trigger here. Just putting this here incase!!!

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐍𝐚-𝐚-𝐧𝐨

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒
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Lydia and I had searched Scott's room, top to bottom.

We searched the bathrooms, the empty motel rooms, the lobby but he was no where to be found. The number in the lobby went down by two, but the big ONE on the end of the number was like a slap to the face.

I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated and worried. Lydia paced the length of the lobby.

"If he's not here at the motel, where is he?" She bit down on her fingernail.

"He couldn't have gone far, right? I mean, the number is still up by one, which means he couldn't have gone further than a mile of the property."

"No that doesn't make sense. I got a bad feeling as soon as we got here. I've only ever had a feeling like that when Peter used me to resurrect himself. It's like I'm being kept in the dark. Like I can feel what's coming but I can't see it."

"Well clearly we have to stop it! If Scott goes through with it..." I run my hands down my face, feeling my body physically start to shake. "I'll have nothing, Lydia."

"Hey-we'll find him, okay? Let's keep-" a loud scream cut her off.

It came from the parking lot, and Lydia knew as well as I did whose scream that was.

Allison.

We both raced outside to a scene that made my heart drop.

Scott was drenched in what appeared to be gasoline. He was holding a flare in his left hand and a gas can in his right. Allison had her arms outstretched and she tried to coax him to put the flare out.

"Scott...Scott please don't." Allison's voice was shaking. "You-do you have any idea how special you are?? How much you mean to the people around you?" There was a sharp intake of breath. "You are so special."

"He killed her-he took her from me." Scott sobbed. "What good am I-how special am I if I've lost my only parent?"

I held my breath. He hallucinated his mom.

Lydia and I both rushed forward. I stepped in front of Allison, and I could see her eyes widen slightly for just a moment.

"Scott, hey man...what're you doing?" I whispered softly.

"It all started that night." He looked up at me. "The night I got bit. Do you remember the way it was before that?" Scott paused. "You and me. We were...we were nothing." He laughs, but it's void of emotion. "We weren't popular..we weren't good at lacrosse," his teeth began chattering. "We weren't important."

I had to hold back my tears. I had to be strong. For Scott. I swallowed whatever bile was rising in my throat, and forced my eyes to stay dry.

Scott spoke up again. "We were no one." He looked at the ground. "Maybe I should just be no one again...no one at all." He pulled the flare out, a signal to us that he was going to drop it in the gasoline puddle he stood in.

I stepped closer, my heart racing. "Scott just listen to me, okay? You're not no one," I took a breath. "Okay? You're someone." I could feel my tears sliding down my face. I couldn't hold it together. "Scott, you're my best friend..okay, and I need you."

Scott's breathing accelerated, and my stomach dropped. "S..Scott, you're my brother. Alright, so," I stepped closer to him, both my feet now in the puddle of gasoline. "If you're gonna do this," I slowly reached for his hand. Instead of yanking the flare out immediately, I enclosed my fist around his. "I think you're just gonna have to take me with you then."

We were all crying. I could barely breathe. My anxiety grew higher and higher. Scott McCall, my best friend since we were in diapers, was standing here in front of me completely broken. And it tore me apart to see him like this.

Slowly, I removed the flare from his hands and threw it as far right as I could. No one was dying tonight, especially not Scott.

It was like a weight had been lifted off of all of our shoulders. I could hear Allison let out a shaky breath of relief. I held Scott's gaze as we both relished in the fact that we were all still alive.

A gust of wind blew in from the left. I didn't think much about it, until I realized that no one had put the flare out and gasoline was still surrounding us.

"No!" Lydia's voice cracked as she screamed, and suddenly she was running towards us. I wrapped my arms around Scott, and all three of us went tumbling to the floor.

The heat hit my face first, and then I heard it. A loud ass explosion right in front of the bus. We all looked back to the fire, still piled on top of each other, only to see what looked like the grim reaper standing right in the middle of the fire.

I heard a wince from my right, and looked over to see Allison. She had sat up from her spot and examined her hands. They were scraped and bloody, as were her knees. I guess her jeans weren't thick enough to sustain the pavement.

Lydia rolled off the top of me and I climbed off of Scott. "Allison-" I spoke and her head shot up towards me. "Hey..." I bent down towards her, and took her hands in mine. "Are you okay? What're you doing out here?"

She snatched her hands away and sniffed, using all her strength to pull herself back up to her feet. "Don't touch me, I'm fine." Scott and Lydia looked to her in confusion, as did I. "How the hell did no one hear that? Or see it, for crying out loud?!"

"I guess everyone's a heavy sleeper..." Lydia's attempt to lighten the mood didn't work.

Allison looked at all of us from under her lashes, but her gaze lingered a little longer on me. "You're all liars." Her voice cracked. "So much for new friends, huh?"

"Ali-" I tried to speak.

"No! No." She put her hand up. "Don't. Until you're ready to tell me the truth, the WHOLE truth, don't talk to me." She looked to all of us. "I'm sleeping on the bus tonight."

I nodded. "We will too. Just to monitor Scott and the others."

Allison took in a breath, but nodded and made her way on the bus.

And for the second time that night, my heart broke.

Only this time, it was for the girl who was left in the dark when all she needed was a little light.

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- ebg