Scott McCall | Monster

Five

I wake up to my alarm blaring. I groan as I sit up groggily. I rub the remaining sleep out of my eyes and slowly look around the room. I slowly get out of bed and rub my eyes. "Scott..." I hear someone whisper my name. I jump out of my skin and spin around quickly to find who was talking. I don't see anyone. "Hello?" I ask nervously, my heart rate speeding up. I could have sworn that was Stiles' voice. It can't have been. Stiles is dead. I feel a pang in my chest as the realization hits me again. My brother is gone. My eyes start to sting and my bottom lip starts to quiver, but I don't let myself cry. I wipe my eyes quickly and take a deep breath. I quickly walk over to my drawers and get changed. I then brush my hair, throw on a jacket and pull on some shoes. I then walk downstairs, ready to get some breakfast. I freeze halfway down the stairs when I see my dad walking through the corridor. He glances up at me and smiles. "Hi, Scott." He greets me. "Dad? What are you doing here?" I ask suspiciously.

"I heard about your friend. I also heard that you ran away. I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Scott, but you shouldn't have run away. Your mother and I were worried sick. If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you." Dad tells me. I sigh. Of course that's why Dad's here. He only comes running back to us if someone has died or there is some other emergency. He doesn't seem to care about me or Mom the rest of the time. I bet he'll leave right after the funeral. My heart aches again as I realize that there is going to be a funeral for my best friend. I quickly push the thought to the back of my mind before I break down again. "Yeah, okay, whatever." I mumble as I make my way down the rest of the stairs. I walk into the kitchen and make myself some breakfast.

Once I'm finished eating, I rush back up the stairs and brush my teeth. I then run to my room, grab my bag and head down the stairs. I meet my mom near the front door. She stops me in my tracks. "Going to school, are you?" She asks me curiously. She obviously doesn't trust me anymore. I can't really blame her. "Yeah." I reply.

"Your dad isn't staying with us, you know. He has booked a motel room somewhere downtown. He just came by this morning to check on how you were doing." Mom informs me.

"Good. I don't want him here." I say as I start to leave the house, but Mom holds me back.

"I really think you should try talking to him, Scott. He is your father." She tells me. I roll my eyes in response. Mom sighs in defeat. "Anyway, John told me this morning that the funeral has been organised for this Friday afternoon. It's supposed to be in this lovely garden, just outside of Beacon Hills. This means that you'll be leaving school early. Actually, it might just be easier if you had the day off." Mom says, changing the subject.

"I don't want to go to the funeral, it's only going to make me feel worse." I groan.

"You're going, Scott. You have to pay your respects. Let's not talk about this now though. You have to get to school." Mom replies as she opens the door. "Have a good day!" She calls out as I walk towards my motorbike. I strap the helmet to my head before jumping on it and start the bike's engine. I quickly drive to school.

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The next few days pass surprisingly quickly. I'm trying to isolate myself from everyone, as I'm still terrified of myself and what I'm becoming. I don't go to the pack meeting on Tuesday night. I avoid all of my friends at school and I most definitely not talk with the teachers. I just sit there and get my work done. Once I get home from school, I go straight to my room, only coming out for food or drink. Mom isn't happy with this, but I've started ignoring her too. I find that I prefer to be alone. Kira has texted me a hundred times and called me about 30 times within the last few days alone, but I haven't answered her. I just need some time alone to prepare myself for the funeral. Both of my parents are forcing me to go, even though I've told them many times I don't want to and that it'll be too unbearable. Mom's response to that was that the funeral would be a good way to let go of my grief and move on. My dad told me it will be a time to celebrate Stiles' life.

Finally, the day of the funeral arrived. I was sitting in the back of the car while my parents were in the front. None of us said a word. I am wearing a suit that Mom picked out for me. When we get to the place of the funeral, the three of us walk over to the rows of seats, finding that a lot of people are already here. Everyone are either wearing solemn and serious expressions or they are crying uncontrollably. Everyone is wearing black, making the mood even more depressing. I sit down in my seat near the end of the isle. Mom and Dad sat on my left side. After a few minutes, Kira joined me on my right. She greeted me gently. I smiled gratefully at her. Soon enough, the funeral gets underway.

They play Stiles' favorite song as they bring out the casket, which is almost too much for me to handle. I have to keep telling myself to take deep breaths and to not start crying. Not here, not now. Once the casket was brought up to the front, the person hosting the funeral came up and said a few words before playing videos and showed photos of Stiles' life on the big projector screen above him. I am in a lot of the videos. I start tearing up when I see my dead best friend laughing, smiling and talking on the screen. Kira, takes my hand and squeezes it comfortingly. That calms me down for a little while, but it doesn't last. The whole time, I am trying my best to keep myself together. It feels like at any moment, I would break into a thousand pieces. Suddenly, it was time for people to deliver speeches. I listen to John, Parrish, both my parents, Lydia's mom, Chris, Deaton, Malia, Kira, Liam, Isaac, Derek and Lydia speak. They all had some wonderful things to share about my best friend that made me smile.

However, after Lydia, it was my turn. I slowly make my way up to the podium, my hands trembling. I take out my notes and start reading them. I talk about how Stiles was the most amazing best friend I could have asked for, how much he meant to me, how much I relied on him, how much I will miss him and then I talk about some of my favorite memories with him. As I am speaking, some of the memories play back in my mind, including the memory of him dying in my arms. Now it was all too much for me. I burst into tears, shaking uncontrollably. Kira runs up to me and guides me back to my seat, hugging me and telling me it was okay the whole time. Everyone looks at me sympathetically. Near the end of the funeral, everyone comes up to me and say the most cliché thing of all: 'I am sorry for your loss'. Those six words do not help me at all. Do they make up for losing Stiles? No. Do they bring Stiles back? Of course not. However, I think the worst part of the day is when I walk up to the open casket and see Stiles' pale, lifeless body for the first and last time. That is when it really hit me. Stiles is dead and he is never coming back. No more adventures. No more witty or sarcastic comments. My breathing starts to speed up. Everything around me started to blur. Tears rapidly fall down my cheeks. "No! He needs his baseball bat to protect himself from the monsters! Where is his baseball bat?" I scream as I hug onto his corpse. My body starts shaking from the sobs. I can hear people calling my name, but I don't care. "Wake, up, Stiles! Wake up! I can't do this without you!" I cry as I bury my face into his shirt. Eventually, I feel myself being pulled back. I am being dragged away from my friend. "No! You can't do this to me!" I scream at the person dragging me away. I glance around for a fraction of second to see that it is Derek. He has tears in his eyes, but tries to remain emotionless.

"Please! Let me stay with my best friend!" I plead as I keep getting pulled away from the casket. Everyone stares at me as I cry hysterically and pulled away from Stiles by Derek Hale. Kira in particular looks at me with sadness, worry and fear. "I can't just leave him here!" I yell desperately. I kick and thrash, trying to get Derek off me, but he has a firm grip. "He's dead, Scott! He's gone! There's no more to it!" Derek yells at me. He manages to throw me into a car which Mom drives Dad and I back home, with me crying and screaming all the way. I make a promise to myself right now that I will hunt down the man that murdered my best friend and rip him apart myself.