Lost (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

Chapter 19

I'd erase my thoughts, if only I knew how. -THE WANTED- Lose My Mind

Hey guys! Just thought i'd give ya'll a little line out of one of my favorite songs.

Chapter 19

Isaac's POV

"Isaac. If you wouldn't have gotten me when you did she would be dead." I breathe a deep sigh of relief.

"So she will be okay right?"

"Yes. She will be fine. Just needs some rest and so do you. I can give you a ride back to Scott's if you want?"

"No. I-We can't go there right now. Deucalion is after us both and we aren't safe there. Especially Abs."

"Do you want me to tell Scott?"

"Please no. Just thank you for your help. And hopefully we might be at school tomorrow."

"Alright. I probably shouldn't leave but I have a feeling you won't let anything hurt her worse. Be careful."

I wave off Deacon and immediately go over to the chest and pull out a wooly blanket and snuggle up on the bed beside Abs. I would sleep on the love seat but nothing is coming in between us. I fall asleep knowing my sister is going to live.

Scott's POV

Rip through the house and up to my room. I can't hurt or scare mom. I run over to my window and gulp the fresh air. I have to calm down. I'm not thinking rationally.

"Scott Sheriff will be here any minute?" Mom said coming around the doorway.

"You called the cops?! Are you insane!?" I shriek.

"Go take a shower. Do whatever homework you might have. I will worry about this. You have school tomorrow mister." I am surprised mom even thinking about me and school. Honestly I forgot I had school tomorrow.

"Fine." I sigh. I'm tired of fighting. Everything and anything. I give up. I was a terrible friend. I couldn't be a worse one. I slam my fist into my wall and watch as some dry wall falls out with my hand. I hear my mom talking downstairs to Stiles' dad and my heart aches. I'm such a total screw up. My best friend is in the freaking hospital in a coma because of me. His girlfriend, my little Abs, hates me now. Doesn't want anything to do with me. It is even worse that I said the things that I did. Not counting that I may have feelings for my best friends girlfriend. I slip out of my room through my room and attack the nearest tree with my hands. I hear the sick sound of a crunch of one of my fingers breaking but it barely feels like a little pinch. Physical pain doesn't compare in the slightest to my mental pain right now. I throw my fists continuously into the tree as my blood trickles down my hands. I get lost in the swings and feel myself thinking about this. I need to take the pain away I can't handle it. I climb back up and into my room and slip down the stairs to were my mom keeps wine and drinks for if we have adult guests. I grab the whiskey and go back to my room and lock my door behind me. I open the bottle and a huge swig of the disgusting drink. It burns my throat. I take another big gulp and the burn doesn't feel as bad. Everything starts to feel a little numb. I continue to take gulp after gulp drinking over half the bottle. The pain is still there though, just a bit farther away, I can't think about it to long until I begin thinking about something else. I like the feeling. I stand and my legs wobble beneath me. I fall back onto my bed and roll over. My blood surrounds me from my hand. I shrug and curl up in my covers suddenly tired. I pass out in a dreamless sleep.

*The following morning*

Abigail's POV

"Isaac?"I ask in a hoarse voice. I hear a groggy murmur in return.