It's [Y/N]. She's always okay.
Allison is dead. Your first thought every morning and your last thought every night.
Since seeing Allison die, you haven't left your bed except for the restroom and, of course, the funeral. You had access to your phone, and your family brought you food, but mainly you just stayed in bed, thinking.
Actually, it wasn't really thinking. Real thinking is when you can form pictures in your mind. All you can think of is "Allison is dead".
The pack hasn't been together for a long while. Isaac left the country. Lydia is trying her best to get back to normal. Scott hasn't left his own house much either. Derek hasn't been in touch. Stiles mostly stays with Scott. Everything you know about the pack's whereabouts is from Kira, who visits you weekly to make sure you're doing okay. Stiles stopped by once. He said that Kira is worried about you hurting yourself, you having been closer to Allison than anyone.
Allison is dead. Allison is dead. Allison is dead.
"[Y/N]?" A voice from the doorway said. You didn't even have to look to see that it was Scott.
"Scott," your crackly voice whispered.
You lay in your bed, and turned to face him. He sat on the end of the bed.
"Your mom let me in," he said.
You looked at each other for a few minutes. It had been a while since you'd seen one another. A month. That was when the funeral was.
Scott didn't look much different from when you saw him last. To the normal eye, the only noticeable difference was the deep bags taking refuge under his eyes. To you, however, there were several differences. Pain coated his eyes. Deep, emotional scarring radiated off of him. You could only imagine what his werewolf senses could pick up on you.
"Did you need something?" You asked after the long moment of silence.
"Derek visited me this morning," Scott explained. "He walked past your house."
Scott acted as if you should know exactly what this means. "So?" You asked.
"He said he could smell you," Scott put his hand on your leg. "And that you're doing pretty bad."
"Look, Scott. I'm fine," you told him.
"It's not just Derek," Scott dismissed you. "Kira told me that she's worried."
"Well what do you expect, Scott?" Tears formed in your eyes. "My best friend died."
"Allison..." Scott trailed off. "Um, Allison told me once, before she died, that she'd written letters to everyone close to her. I picked them up from her house a couple weeks ago. I didn't have the courage to open it until today. She must have written this sophomore year." He handed you the paper.
Scott,
You know I love you. So much. I'm sorry I had to leave you.
I know this letter is short, but I have a test tomorrow. I'll probably add more after we graduate high school.
Anyways, take care of [Y/N]. Make sure she doesn't spend the rest of her life in bed. She'll listen to you. She really likes you.
"And mine?" You asked, choking back the waterfall of tears threatening to pour from your eyes.
Scott handed you an envelope.
[Y/N],
I hope you can look back at all the stuff you, me, and Lydia did and laugh instead of cry.
I know you're either locked inside your bedroom crying, or out getting drunk, but please visit Scott every once in a while. I accept that if I die, someone else will end up with him. Please let that be you.
Sorry for setting you up again.
Love,
Allison.
