"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.
My phone rang beside me. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, looking at the clock.
4 am. Who the fuck is calling me at this ungodly hour?
The caller ID was Stiles. He literally never calls me this early.
"Hey man, what's up?" There was no answer, just heavy breathing. "Stiles? Stiles, you there?"
"Scott?" His voice came out as a choked whisper. "I'm here..."
"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I sat up out of bed, my eyebrows furrowing in concern.
"Scott, I don't know where I am, I don't know how I got here." From the way his voice was strained, I could tell he was trying to keep himself from crying. "I think I was sleepwalking."
"Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see."
"Uh it's dark, it's hard to see, I think there's something wrong with my--" the dial tone beeped. "Hey, it's Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message."
"Shit!" I mutter quietly, and try to call him back. Straight to voicemail. "Cmon." I call him again.
"Hey, it's Stiles. You miss-"
"God, cmon." I call him again. But he picks up this time. "Stiles?"
"Scott, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know... I don't know, it's dark. I can't see much, and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something, and..and I think it's bleeding."
"How bad?" He didn't answer. I could hear his quiet sobs through the phone. "Stiles, how bad is it?"
"Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. It smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering."
"Okay, listen. I'm calling your dad--"
"No, no, no, don't--"
"But your dad-"
"Don't. Just please, don't call him. Promise you won't. He already worries about me too much, Scott, please."
"But what If I can't find you? Stiles, I can't make a promise like that."
"No, no, no just.. please. Please don't call him. You can find me, Scott. I know you can."
