Scott McCall | Monster

Four

Three days. That is how long I stay in the woods for. I hear search parties coming and going as well as my friends, but I keep myself hidden. I also hide my scent so Malia or the werewolves couldn't track me. I don't have anything to eat or drink. I don't deserve it. I'm a killer. A murderer. The blood has now dried up, caking my clothes and skin. I'll admit I spent a lot of the three days crying and rocking back and forth. I have never felt so isolated before. At the end of the third day, I realize that I have to face my friends and family. They would be worried sick abut me. I step out of the little den and start walking back through the woods. I listen to the birds in the trees around me. At least the one good thing that has come out of being in the woods was that I didn't have any more anger rushes, meaning I didn't lose control of my shifting. And, more importantly, I didn't kill anybody.

As I reach the edge of the forest, I realize that I'm going to have to sneak back into town unless I want to be taken straight to the Sheriff's station. I creep along the edge of the woods as I make my way back into town. I make sure that I stay in the shadows. Once I see a dark, lonely, abandoned side street, I make a dash for it. I want to keep to the darkness as much as possible. Slowly but surely, through the use of shadowy side streets, I make it back to my house. I nervously walk up to the front door. I can hear multiple heart beats inside. I know it's bad to eavesdrop, but I'm curious as to what the people inside are talking about. "He's been gone three days! Where the hell is he?" My mother shouts in desperation.

"I-I don't know Melissa, we are all trying our best to find him. He'll be home soon, I promise." The Sheriff comforts my mom. I hear her start to cry. "Why would he run away like this?" She sniffles.

"He was pretty distraught the last time I saw him. He must have hidden his scent though. Otherwise, we would have been able to find him already. Well, if he's in Beacon Hills, anyway." Derek comments. Wait, Derek? Does this mean he has told people about what I did to those kids? I hold back an angry growl. If Derek has told people, my life could have just gotten a whole lot worse. Suddenly, I look down at myself. I'm covered in blood and I've been missing for three days. I don't think it'll matter if Derek has said anything. Everyone will probably assume that I've done something horrible anyway. "I just hope that he's okay. I've already lost Stiles, who was like a second son to me. I can't lose my actual son too." Mom starts to sob. My heart breaks hearing her like this. I can't stand it anymore. I turn the door's handle and it surprisingly opens. I guess someone left it unlocked. I slowly walk into the house. I hear four heart beats coming from the living room, so I walk towards it.

"He couldn't be dead... Could he?" Kira asks in a small, but terrified voice. I finally walk into the living room.

"No, I'm not dead." I answer Kira in a croaky voice. The Sheriff, Derek, Kira and my mom gasp in shock and spin towards me. "Oh my god, Scott!" Mom cries out as she runs over to me and pulls me into a tight hug. After a good two minutes, she finally lets go. Derek, the Sheriff and Kira all walk over to my mom. Everyone is staring at me with shock. "Thank goodness you're okay, but why are you covered in blood?" The Sheriff asks worriedly.

"I-I... Uh... Um..." I stutter, unable to formulate a sentence. Tears well up in my eyes as I think back to what I've done. Horrible images of the kids' bodies lying on the ground, blood everywhere flash through my mind. I shudder as I remember myself covered in their blood. I can't believe I enjoyed that! I suddenly realize that I've left everyone hanging. They are all staring at me with concern. I guess Derek didn't tell them about what I did. "There were two bodies found near the woods three days ago, on the night of a full moon. Around the time you went missing, actually. It looks like a werewolf tore these poor kids apart. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, do you?" The Sheriff asks me curiously. This is it. Do I tell them what happened? Would they be disgusted? Would they hate me? At the very least, I could end up in jail. I feel like I need to deal with this on my own and try to regain control. "No, I don't. I'm sorry to hear what happened." I eventually lie, trying to keep my heart beat under control. It doesn't really matter much, since the only one who can hear my heart is Derek and he already knows the truth. The werewolf in question raises his eyebrows at me.