Memories (teen wolf one-shot fanfiction)

oneshot~

*the characters are not mine and belong to teen wolf only*

              That day still relives itself over and over again. From when the lights go off to when I’m alone, while I’m in school. It haunts my very essence to the point that I just break down. I could’ve done something! But the realization that I didn’t hit me hard.

                I can’t even seem to remember what I was doing that was so important. Nothing is more important now. He needed me and I wasn’t there for him. The funny thing is he was always there for me. He even stayed with me after I almost killed him when I was struggling to control the wolf.

                Before I even changed into a werewolf he helped me through everything. He was there when my dad left me and my mom, and he was there to help me when I was failing my classes.  I was so foolish to ignore him when I met Allison. Back then I didn’t know what I had until it was gone now.

                 I hang my head in my hands as I sit on my bed. Someone keeps knocking on the door, but soon it dies down and there’s just silence left in its place. No one else understands. They say that I shouldn’t blame myself.  But if only they really knew what happened.  If I didn’t bring him into this werewolf mess he would still be here and alive.

                  Slowly my hands reach out until it touches the phone that mocks me. Holding the phone in my hands I can feel them trembling. Cautiously I open up the phone and see that there’s a missed call. It’s the same call that holds the voicemail that haunts my dreams. I press listen and let the voicemail start.

                “…SCOTT where are you?!” his voice weakens, “…Look I really need you this time…can you just please pick up?...” there’s some struggle in the background, “t-there her-here, Scott p-p-please come and save me…” there’s a pause.

               “Affirmative we have reached the targets house. Looking for target now.” That wasn’t stiles voice. It was too rough and maniacal to be his. It was the alpha pack that came to Beacon hills.

                How could I not see this? Of course they would go after stiles since he seemed to be the glue that held me together. If only I knew this before and was there for him! He told me that it was a possibility he would be a next target but I didn’t listen.  Stiles voice breaks me out of my trance,

            “…S-s-scott , I’m really s-scared and I ju-just want to let you know,” his voice starts to tremble, “I know I’m not the best person in the world but…t-thank you for being my friend…” then it ended with a horrifying scream followed by a click.

    For once, his voice was joke free. He sounded so sincere and like he gave up all hope. That’s not the stiles I knew, the stiles I knew would fight to the end.

                But then again, the stiles I knew is no longer here because of me. After I received the message I rushed to his house. His dad, the sheriff was there with all the police force cars. Their sirens filled the air almost hurting my ears.

                However right now that didn’t matter as I tore through the crowd to see the door hanging off the edges. The sheriff had a grim expression on so I just knew it was too late. But I just had to see for myself weather it was true or not.

                They tried to stop me when I passed the yellow tape on the door but once I growled at them, they moved away in shock.

                Once inside all I smelt was blood. Stiles blood. It filled the entire house as I ran through all the clutter and broken furniture. His door was open and this is where the scent of blood was the strongest. Slowly I made my way to the door, however what lay beyond the door sickened me.

                His bedroom was torn up with everything ripped in sight. What drew my attention was the body that was on the middle of the floor. It was unmistakably stiles. His now lifeless honey brown eyes were open and seemed to be staring right back at me.

                His right arm was bent at an awkward angle and there were slash marks running down his neck to his stomach. That wasn’t it however; it looked like they tortured him. His mouth was duck tapped and he had slashes all over his legs and arms.

                His throat was ripped open and near his head on the floor was a smiley face drawn in his own blood. THOSE SICK BASTARDS!! HOW COULD THEY DO THIS?!

                Very slowly I approached his body wondering if I could save him. I just had to do something but was it already too late? Sitting on the floor next to him in his pool of blood I crouch down near his skin and let my fangs pierce the flesh.

                 Maybe if I can turn him into a werewolf then he’ll live. But my effort was futile, he wasn’t healing and there was no movement. I repeat the process over and over again getting frantic. 

Faintly I hear someone coming up the stairs. Then the door opens revealing the sheriff. He looks at stiles then to me and shakes his head. He doesn’t even notice the blood that soaks my mouth.

                He comes towards me and pats my back while murmuring soothing words. But I can tell that he loss apart of himself too by the look in his dull eyes. Water falls on my hands making them moist. Startled I touch my checks. When exactly had I started crying? Only then did I notice as my growls echoed off the walls. My best friend, no my only true friend is now gone. And I let it happen.

                After that night, weeks and months passed by. Months turned into years.  The alpha pack left town that same night. It seems as though they disappeared from the face of the earth.  I have been searching for those bastards ever since.

                His dad killed himself shortly after however. He was so drunk and wallowed in his pain and suffering of being alone. So he took his gun and shot himself in the heart. An old picture of him, his wife and stiles clutched to his chest while beer bottles surround him on the floor.

                I quit the pack even though Derek and Isaac have tried to convince me to stay. My mother stopped trying a long time ago; she had stopped trying to get me to sleep, eat or to even talk to her. No one understands why but they don’t know what I know, don’t feel what I feel.

                He was my true anchor as Derek calls it. Allison was just a distraction from what was really important. She wasn’t any better than the others because she too didn’t understand what I was feeling. She had said that I had to choose her or let go of the past right before she left.

                So as I sit here and recall the past my body feels heavy telling me to sleep. But as my head hits the pillow I jolt back up by the sound of stiles piercing scream and lifeless eyes staring into my soul. I can never forget and it seems as though he won’t let me forget either.

                He will forever be with me, haunting my memories by making its presence known. Every time my eyes close my mind won’t forget resulting in staying up night after night. But it’s okay for I do not want to ever forget. I could have been there for him but wasn’t. So it’s a small price that I’m willing to pay.