The Fire

After the Fire

I saw a picture and it was so sad so I decided to make the fanfic to go along with it.

Scott

It has only been a month. A month since I became alone. How can people tell me that I'm the true alpha if my whole pack is gone. Stiles, Malia, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Liam, Derek, Deaton, my mother, the sheriff. All gone and never coming back. I can still remember how Stiles would laugh, how Malia would smile, how Lydia would stare into nothingness and find an answer, how Kira would smile at everyone, how Liam would look so excited about almost everything, how Derek would mentor everyone, how Deaton had the advice that we almost never listened, how my mother was so at ease at everything we did, how the sheriff would ask questions about everything and how Allison would do everything for her pack. I can still hear the screams of every single one of them. I hear someone come up the stairs and I almost think that it's my mother until I remember that she's gone. I can hear my dad's heartbeat and open my door to let him in.

"We need to get going if we want to be there in time," he said. I let him lead me out and to the funeral. We got there and there were reporters that kept asking me questions.

"How did you make it out of the fire while no one else did?"

And, "How does it feel knowing that all your friends are dead while you survived?" I stopped listening after that. It felt horrible. Everyone I cared for is dead. I sat down and waited until it was time for people to start talking. When the first person started I was back at that night.

This is what the picture said, 'So I started thinking then I started crying. What if all these parallels between Derek and Scott mean something bigger Derek's first love dying in his arms just like Allison did with Scott the bite is a gift and everything what if does parallel mean the shows going to end the same way I kind of started with a fire in the hole pack leaving Scott alone.'