"She has little innocent demons in her eyes and they recklessly play with matches. I've never seen sparks so pretty."
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"When Scott, stiles and Allison switched their parents positions with theirs they woke something up. Not only did they leave a do...
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Abigail slipped out of the hospital unnoticed, her bare feet hitting the pavement as she sprinted into the early morning light. She didn't have time to think about where she was going—she just followed the whispers, the mental image of the police station burning bright in her mind.
The journey felt endless. Her legs ached, her lungs burned, but she didn't stop. The fear driving her forward was too strong. She couldn't explain it, couldn't rationalize it, but she knew she had to get to the station.
By the time she reached the street leading to the Beacon Hills Police Department, the acrid smell of smoke filled the air. Her steps faltered as she rounded the corner, her worst fears coming to life before her eyes.
The chaos outside the police station was overwhelming. The acrid scent of smoke filled Abigail's lungs, making her cough as she stumbled closer to the wreckage. Firetrucks surrounded the building, their hoses blasting powerful streams of water into the charred remains of the station. Paramedics rushed back and forth, tending to the injured, while police officers attempted to secure the area.
Abigail's heart pounded as she pushed through the throng of people, her eyes darting frantically from face to face. She didn't see him. Where was Derek?
Her breaths came faster, each one tighter than the last. She tried to grab the sleeve of a firefighter rushing past, her wide, tear-filled eyes pleading for answers.
'Please,' she mouthed, pointing toward the wreckage. Derek. Where is Derek?
The firefighter paused, his expression sympathetic but distracted. "I don't know who you're looking for, miss," he said hurriedly. "If they were inside, they've been pulled out or..." He trailed off, not finishing the thought. "I'm sorry."
Abigail shook her head furiously, more tears spilling down her cheeks. She tried to approach another paramedic, but they barely glanced at her as they carried someone on a stretcher toward an ambulance. No one was answering her.
Panic clawed at her chest. The whispers had led her here, warned her of this moment, but now she felt utterly lost. Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each one more horrifying than the last.
What if Derek was inside when it happened? What if he hadn't made it out?
Her legs trembled beneath her, and she sank to her knees on the pavement. Sobs wracked her small frame, her hands clutching at her throat as if trying to will her voice to return—to scream for him, to cry out his name—but nothing came. Only silence.
She was invisible to the bustling crowd, her despair swallowed by the chaos.
Unable to bear the suffocating weight of the scene, Abigail staggered to her feet and turned, fleeing the station. Her bare feet pounded against the pavement as she ran, her vision blurred by tears. She didn't know where she was going—she just needed to get away.
