Alaska ➳ Stilinski | t.w

fourteen ; tacenda

[ fourteen ; tacenda ]

" I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am."

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"I don't get this. I don't get why he's out there, and why he left us. And I can't - I can't stop my hands from shaking." Allison was crumbling under the thought of Scott being alone with the supposed monster.

   "It's okay. It's okay, it's gonna be okay," Jackson said taking her hands in his.

       Lydia took an uncomfortable shift in her position, bothered by the affection of her boyfriend onto the other girl. I stood next to Stiles, with his hand still entangled with my fingers.

       Tugging on the side of his jacket to gain his attention from the beginning of an arguement, his gaze shot my way. "Scott could be in danger, I have to go look for him-"

  "No Alaska, I'm not letting you go out with that-," Stiles paused, garnering up the courage to utter a word, "- that creature!"

"But for all we know that thing could be ripping his head apart!"

"And I'm not going to lose you too if that's the case-"

      Stiles wasn't able to finish his thought as the growls of the monster echoed through the vents and empty hallways, making the screech piercing to the eardrums.

       In chorus, Jackson froze up with a disconcerting expression matched with a sharp pain through the scar behind his neck just being disputed about. All stood petrified as the boy fell to the floor in extreme agony.

       Stiles pulled me in tighter, almost to shield me from impending outbreaks from Jackson.

"What do we do!" I screamed in terror.

"Maybe he's having a seizure!" Lydia replied in a frenzy.

      Seconds passed and the howls faded. Allison and Lydia rushed to Jackson's side for him to push them away, pressing on the now bloody scar.

"No. I'm fine. Like, seriously, I'm okay."

Reaching a hand to touch the infected spot, Stiles asked, "What's on the back of your neck?"

     Abruptly, Jackson slapped his hand away with Stiles retreating his own.

"Where's Scott? He should be back right now?" Allison interjected.

       "He would've come back the moment he heard those howls.. unless-" I added, slowing my words as the sentence closed.

     Clearly, Allison made no objection, glancing at the window and hastily attempting to open it, "Scott? Scott!"

       The door wouldn't budge. This couldn't be happening. I had expected to die, but never in a particularly painful manner. "Scott! Scott. Scott!"

"Stop," Lydia pleaded. "Stop!"

      Everyone turned to the strawberry blonde, "Do you hear that?"

     Silence. So silent, you could almost hear the ringing you notice from moment to moment when the world seems to half.

      The moment was short lived however, as a distant sensation was evident.

     "Sirens," I quietly mumbled, enough for the others to hear.

      Fleeing to the open window, all our five heads clustered to see the emergency services arrive. We were safe.

     We were all alive.

     

"I'm not sure what to do.. you know? I feel betrayed," Allison continued. "I mean, he hasn't exactly lied to me. But he's not telling me the complete truth."

       I was shivering, the blanket wrapped around our two shoulders was failing at containing the heat. Across the parking lot and out of the double doors, Stiles, Scott, and the chief can stumbling out with an inaudible conversation taking place.

    "And I already have enough people in my life trying to protect me from the world, I can't always be a little girl." Allison looked up from her boots she had been tapping. "You're close with Scott-"

"I can't, this is something you have to do alone," I said.

Allison shook her head. "No, I was going to say that I hope.. I hope that despite everything we're still friends. I don't want you to hate me for doing what I'm about to do to Scott."

"What are you-"

"Allison! Are you okay?" Scott was jogging towards us two, making the brunette unravel her section of the blanket and nod at me, praying I'd forgive her. She walked away, leaving me to lean on Stiles's jeep.

Walking away, the couple didn't cover enough distance to deprive me of their conversation. "My dad's on his way," Allison dryly replied.

"You need, uh, you need anything from me? Want me to go with you?"

"No. I don't," Allison burst, refusing to look his way. "And I also don't know what happened to you in there. I don't know what you were thinking. Maybe you weren't, but - Right now, I don't - I don't feel like I can trust you."

"Allison, I can explain."

"I don't care."

"Okay, don't say anything else, please, just don't say -"

"Scott, I ca -."

"Allison, just stop. Please, just don't say anything. Stiles' dad is gonna give me a ride home. I need to make sure my mom isn't freaking out. I'm gonna get a new phone tomorrow morning, and - I'm gonna get a new phone, and I'm gonna give you a call -"

"Don't."

"What?"

"Don't call. Just - Just please don't call me." Then she kept walking, not caring to see the disheartened face of Scott McCall.

   "What just happened?" Stiles questioned to me, trying to steal a peek at the events before us.

     Without knowledge, I had craned my neck his way with glistening eyes. I was about to cry. It was my nightmare. The daggers. The daggers in my chest and the girl with the brown eyes. Allison. This is how Scott felt, as though he'd been stabbed in the chest.

      Stiles's humorous smile disappeared into a frown of worry. "What's wrong? Did you get hurt?"

"No. No, but now I know. I know what Scott feels like," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I never want to feel the way he does. I never want to feel heartbroken the way he is."