❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
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ALL GONE
ANDREA had been trying to fall asleep for hours now, but her body wasn't on her side for the day.
She laid against Isaac's chest, taking in deep breaths of his scent that felt like the most wonderful thing to her. The girl looked up, smiling at Isaac's near perfect bone structure. He seemed peaceful, making it hard to believe that just a few hours ago he tried to kill himself.
Andrea wanted to stay in that position forever.
That was until she heard something. A scream for help, coming from outside of the room she was staying in. The girl furrowed her eyebrows, unsure if the scream was really there or if she was hearing things.
But she heard the scream again. Finally, she decided to push herself out of the bed—thanking whoever was above that Isaac was such a heavy sleeper, because she didn't want to wake him up.
She unveiled the curtains slightly, allowing herself to see what was going on in the motel. Her eyes scanned for something unusual, but found nothing.
So she decided to do the stupidest thing she could, which was walk out of the room. Cautiously, she began walking away from where Isaac was, trying to figure out where the scream had come from.
The scream was heard again and again and again, louder by the second—which meant that Andrea was heading in the right direction. Before she knew it, she had arrived on top of the roof.
A gasp came out of the girl's mouth when seeing what was going on, along with a hand traveling up to stop a cry from coming out. Tears began to burn her eyes as she saw her surroundings.
Bodies being scattered everywhere, people who she knew—people who she cared about.
She saw Lydia, laying on a pool of her own blood with her neck being sliced open gruesomely.
Allison, with an arrow sticking out of her chest.
Scott, who's body had been sliced in half—something hunters do to prevent werewolves from healing themselves.
Stiles, with blood coming out from every part of his body, including his eyes.
Boyd, who had been decapitated—because right now, the only thing she could see was his head.
Even Derek, who's body was in a worse shape than the last time she saw him. Wounds appearing on his body as the man's body began to decompose, meaning that whoever had killed these people had also brought him here.
