"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭...𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞."
"𝐡𝐨𝐰?"
"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞."
a story in which scott was never the love allison was looking for.
stiles was.
Me, being the dumbass I am, I hit a dog....with my car. A FUCKING DOG.
It was raining this morning and the fog was heavy. It was hard to see, okay?
But I wasn't just gonna leave him in the middle of the road.
After calming myself down and convincing myself I wasn't gonna go to jail for hitting a dog, I picked the furry creature up and set him in the back of my vehicle.
His breathing was labored, but at least he was alive.
I put on my gps for the fastest route to the animal clinic.
I broke many, many laws. Don't speed kids.
However, when I arrived to the clinic, the sign was flipped to close.
It's a fucking Thursday. Why are they closed?
I could see movement inside and I gasped in relief. "Hey!" I banged on the door a few times. "I need help out here!"
The movement ceased, but no one came to the door. Out of pure frustration, I began to cry.
First, my dad and I get into an argument. Then I hit a fucking dog and have to miss school. And now, when I'm trying to fix my mistake, the goddamn clinic is CLOSED.
It's like the universe has some vendetta against me.
I leaned against the wall next to the door and put my face in my hands.
If the dog dies, it on me. Maybe he had a home and just ran away. Maybe he was a stray. Maybe there's a family looking for him. But not anymore, because I. Fucking. Killed. It.
My pity party was soon interrupted when I heard the locks on the door click. I pushed myself off the wall and looked at the man in front of me. His name badge read 'Dr. Deaton'.
I sniffled. "I-" I could barely get the words out. "I was on my way to school and I hit an animal and I thought it was a deer but it was a dog and he's breathing but I think he might've broke something."
