The Tunnel

Five

                  One Week Later

Scott stared at the ceiling of his room, just waking up from a few hours of sleep. It's been about a week since the worst day of Scott's life. The day the three closest people in his life were brutally murdered. He lost a great friend, his love, and his best friend. And worst of all... He killed Stiles.

Scott called the police for Stiles and Allison's body, saying it was a wolf attack. He couldn't find Lydia's body, until about three days later when the police found it all torn up. Scott hasn't left his house at all since the day, and only a few times he left his room.

His mom comes in every day, to try to cheer him up, but it does no help. He hasn't even gone to school. Scott has hardly gotten any sleep, and when he does, he just sees all of his friends dying.

So yes, Scott is depressed. He doesn't talk to anyone. Not one single person. Derek, the twins, Deaton, etc. He talks to nobody, and they no longer try talking to him. The only one he talked to was Isaac, who lived in his house. He was the only one keeping a small bit of happiness inside him. "Hey..." Scott heard from the door, as it creeped open. There was Isaac, forcing a smile on his face.

Scott nodded at him, as Isaac came over sitting next to him. "Listen... Scott. You gotta get out there... People need your help..." Isaac said to him.

"I... I can't... If I can't save the three people closest to me in my life, I can't save a whole town." Scott said quietly.

"Scott... It wasn't your fault! There was nothing you could do to save Lydia from getting ripped out of that car! Nothing you could do to save Allison from being impaled! And nothing you could do to save Stiles from-" Isaac stopped. Scott closed his eyes, a tear rushing down his check.

Scott tried to save Lydia and Allison, but couldn't. But Stiles? He killed Stiles! There is no excuse from that. Isaac pat Scott on the shoulder, walking out of the room. Scott sighed, getting up and opening the curtains. This was the first time he has seen sunlight in a week. He put his arm over his eyes, not used to the light.

He needed some time to think. He opened his window, jumping out and walking into the forest.

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He walked through the forest, hands in his pockets. It was getting dark outside, so he held his phone just in case it got too dark. He then got to the spot him and Allison always met, the spot that overlooked the town. He looked over the town, letting out a deep sigh. Scott then heard footsteps behind him.

He quickly turned his body, but saw nothing. "Who's out there?!" He shouted. He turned his head to the left, then to the right. He then saw something moving from behind a tree. He slowly started towards the tree. Then a blue figure dashed out from the trees, right at Scott.

Scott screamed, jumping to the left. Scott then got a closer look at the figure. It had long hair, down to about it's waist. It was floating above the ground, but not too far above. It looked somewhat see through, almost ghost like. Scott then made out it was a she.

"Scott..." She said, loudly.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I am Zella, a ghost. And I am here to help you, young one." She said to him.

"Help me with what?!" Scott yelled, readying his claws.

"To get your friends back from the dead."

Scott roared, running right at her. He grabbed her arm, chucking her towards the cliff. She backflipped mid air, landing on her feet a few feet from the cliff. She than put her hand out, and Scott felt himself being pushed towards her. He couldn't stop moving, no matter how hard he tried.

When he reached her, she grabbed his shirt, pushing his face in front of hers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get out of her grip. "You don't want to fight me. And if you want your friends back, you should listen to me." She told him.

"Never." Scott muttered, roaring and twisting her arm. She isn't harmed one bit, as she grabs him again and knocks him off of the cliff. He grabbed onto the ledge. He tried front flipping over and doing a whole Obi Wan Kenobi - Darth Maul move, but couldn't. Something wasn't letting him.

She walked up in front of him. "Stop fighting me and let me help, or you will regret it." She said in a menacing voice. "I'll never let you help me... You could be the killer of my friends for all I know!" Scott yelled. She stomped on one of his hands, leaving one hand to keep him from falling. Something was forcing his hand from not moving back up.

Scott looked down, feeling a bit worried. "Now, I'll ask you again. Will you stop and let me help you?!" She asked. Scott looked down one more time. He looked back up. "Never. I'm willing to bet your the killer of my friends!" He yelled.

"Then so be it." She told him. She stomped on Scott's hand, as he fell from the cliff. As he fell, he saw the ground he was approaching. He fell through the air, twisting and turning. He screamed loudly, as his body smashed into the ground.