Winchester

CHAPTER THREE

In the shower, I scrubbed my body until it turned red. The entire time, I kept getting flashbacks of when I killed Allison, Aiden, and all those innocent people at the hospital and police station.

Scott and the pack thought I was weak because I couldn't keep the Nogitsune out, but it wasn't my fault. I didn't want Malia to die, but of course, that didn't matter. The thought of the pack, especially Scott and Malia, made my blood boil.

In bed, I fell asleep almost instantly. Before, though, I desperately hoped that I wouldn't have a nightmare like I usually did every night.

The sword plunged into Allison's chest like it was nothing. I just stood there, watching and smiling.

Allison fell toward the ground, but Scott caught her and held her close.

"Allison!" Lydia's scream echoed through the tunnels.

"Did you find her? Is she okay? Is Lydia safe?"

"She's okay. Yeah. I ca- I can't take your pain."

"It's because it doesn't hurt."

"No."

"It's okay."

"Allison."

"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay."

"It's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love. I love you, Scott - Scott McCall."

"Don't, please, don't. Allison, don't, please."

"You have to tell my dad. Tell him."

"No!"

The scene keeps repeating and repeating. It's nonstop. But when it came around to the fifth time, I was the one to kill her.

"You deserve this," I told Allison, thrusting the sword into her heart, watching pleasantly as she died.

My screaming alerted my dad and uncle. They burst through the door with guns in check. Once he saw I wasn't getting murdered, my dad ran over and hugged me tight until I stopped screaming.

Looking up with tears in my eyes, I noticed he concern in their eyes. "I'm fine," I told them, but they didn't believe me. I tried to reassure not only them, but myself, by repeating it over and over quietly, "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine."

"You're not fine," my dad said, setting his gun down on my dresser before getting comfortable on my bed, Uncle Sam as well. "What was the nightmare about?"

"I'm fine. It was nothing." When they didn't budge, I groaned and wiped my tears away. To them, I probably looked like a zombie since I've barely slept since the Nogitsune situation. "Uh... it was about Allison."

"A wet dream?" My dad asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, uh... no. I was possessed by an evil spirit." Their eyes widened. I coughed slightly, getting comfortable. "It wasn't a demon. It was called a Nogitsune, and it was over a thousand years old. I let in because it was going to kill Malia, my ex-girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" My dad asked with a proud smile. He gave me a hard pat on the shoulder. "Oh, yeah. You get it, kiddo."

"She voted to kick me out of the pack," I informed him, and his smile turned into a frown. "I thought I was in love with her, but now that I think about it, I wasn't. Uh... anyways, I - or rather, the Nogitsune - killed many innocent people. From the hospital to the police station, and even almost killed my Lacrosse coach. It made me kill Lydia's boyfriend, Aiden, and also... Allison. Now I have nightmares about it."

"Did you love this Allison?" Uncle Sam spoke for the first time since he sat down.

"No. She was like a sister to me. But ever since she died, the pack has hated me." I frowned, picking at my nails. "The Nogitsune ruined my life. Nevermind - it just ruined the life I had in Beacon Hills."

The only thing that actually ruined my life was when I went to Hell because I decided to save my dad. So on top of the nightmares of the Nogitsune, I have nightmares of Hell.

"Well, you'e here now. We'll turn that frown upside down," my dad said cheerily, and I rolled my eyes. "Try and get some sleep. Okay, kiddo?"

"Goodnight dad and uncle Sam." I closed my eyes, listening to them both mutter a goodnight before closing the door behind them and quietly walking down the hall.

I tried desperately to fall asleep again, but to no avail. I stayed up for the rest of the night, looking online for a job.