Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)

Goodbye

{Goodbye}

[Ive been trying to put this off for as long as I can but nothing changes the fact that there's only this and the epilogue)': Im going to miss this story]

Laurel waddled into the kitchen where Thomas was sitting on the counter eating ice cream.

"Hey, how you holding up?"

"Well the apocalypse began in the 10 minutes after you came into my room... How about you?"

"Peachy." Tom rolled his eyes and took a bite out of his cone.

"That's nice to hear," she smiled,

"Why is that?" He asked with a mouthful of food.

"You've just been quiet lately," Laurel twiddled her thumbs and looked at the suddenly interesting fridge beside her.

"Is it a crime to worry?"

"Worry? What for?"

"Because you're nine months pregnant with a child that the father doesn't know about, you've been cooped up in your room writing goodbye letters that no one can see, and a number only you know, I have to care for this kid and play mailman to my old friends in Beacon Hills then when you are gone I have to move on and pretend like you were never ever a part of my life when you really are a huge part." He puffed as he looked into her wide, tears eyes.

"7." Laurel whispered.

"What?" Thomas asked dumbfounded.

"Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Wade, you, and the police." She cried.

"Hey, hun, stop it." He told we.

Laurel looked up at him and smiled through the salty droplets racing down her cheeks,

"I have to go."

"I know you do, that doesn't make it any easier."

"Dukalea" Laurel muttered

"Pardon?" He asked.

"I'd become the Dukalea."

"Don't you have to kill your own pack?"

"Accepting it means accepting everything you go through to become one."

"Do you go blind?" He asked,

"No. Your eyes just change, and you can't see. It hurts."

"Laurel, did you ever think about doing it?" He asked,

"For a long while," she said in a hush, staring down at the floor.

"It's okay. I'm not here to judge."

"Why are you here? Well, why am I here?"

"You think I'd let you wander around an unfamiliar town for six months until you had to figure out a way to kill yourself in a way that isn't suspicious? In fact, how do you think you're going to do it?"

"You're going to do it."

"What?" He asked in a quick and low voice.

"A rope around my neck and a chair under my feet."

"That can't kill you?" He wondered aloud,

"No, but the fog machine with Wolfsbane in the smoke will. Then knock the chair to the floor and get rid of the machine. I'll leave the police note on the floor and you find the others under your pill-OW FUCK!"

"LAUREL!" Thomas shouted and jumped off the counter in time to help her sit down on the floor.

"What's happening?" He asked, then he put his hand in something moist,