The Shattered Me. [ scrapped. ]

Chapter Ten

A/N: Just saying, credit to Jeff Davis! He made these awesome Teen Wolf characters! The only credit of mine is Preston and his adoptive father and adoptive mother. Every else is all Jeff Davis! I would LOOOVE to be on Teen Wolf. I wonder if Preston would ever be added. *shrug*

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Isaac lunged at me so quickly that he tackled me to the floor. His pupils were glowing bright yellow. Deaton and Scott tried to pull him off but he stayed on. "Isaac!" , Scott yelled in a roar that was not human. Almost instantly, Isaac got off of me and apologized. I just scattered back to the wall, afraid of him. Why was I so afraid? I was usually like..confident but right now I just had this sinking feeling. Deaton tried to comfort me and I saw him reach to place a hand on my shoulder. "Don't touch me!" , I flinched at his hand, staring at him. "I-I.." The words built in my throat and I just ran through the door and hopped over the counter. "Preston!" , I heard Scott call out for me but I just exited the clinic and ran. I was terrified and I felt like I was going insane. It was something about Isaac that was off and it scared me.

"Preston! Wait up!"

Scott's voice was so much closer as I ran into the woods. I narrowly avoided the branches that were in my way and I tried to run faster. I made it into a clearing and I ran straight into Scott. I thumped off his chest but he caught me before I could fall. "Preston. What's wrong?" , he asked me softly. I looked up at him and my eyes were watering. "I-I don't know.." , I managed to get out as the warm tears escaped my eyelids. He pulled me into a hug and I just collasped on the ground and he had to sit to hold me. I was just so emotionally broken at the moment. The last I remember is the crickets chirping and the crunching of sticks. Then I felt Scott pulled from me and I just fell back asleep. 

I woke up the next day and I sat up, rubbing my temples. I looked around but Scott wasn't there. There was signs of a struggle. Dead leaves scattered out of the way, branches broken, even a trickle of blood smeared on one of the trees. I could feel myself starting to panick at I got to my feet. "Scott?!" , I called out for him. I needed my family. I needed my brother. Then it happened. A blood curdling scream erupted from my throat and pierced the air. Before you ask, no I am not a banshee. But this was one of my loudest screams ever. After my terrified scream, I collasped on the ground and just shivered while crying. Soon, I heard footsteps again and someone approached me. I looked up and just trembled at the figure. My cheeks were stained red from crying and he said, "My name is Derek. Are you okay?"