Enchantress (Teen Wolf)

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Scott's POV
When people ask what it's like to have a twin, I don't hold back. Having a twin is like having a life long friend, a partner in crime, a person who knows more about you than you do, the only person willing to spend their life with you without saying I do. Raven never failed to make me smile or laugh, she was powerful in a way that nobody could understand, she had the power to change your emotion with one word. But little did we know, she was more powerful in other areas.

I stared at her pale body in the hospital bed, it had been 9 hours since she had died, but I had not yet left her side. I hadn't talked to anyone apart from my mother and I didn't exactly want to. Deaton said that a great day will have to balance out again and maybe turn into the worst day. Well today is the worst day of my life, and I just can't see it balancing back into the middle, the scales are broken.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I turned around I saw Stiles with bloodshot eyes and a slightly red cheeks. I hadn't really had the idea in my head how others were feeling, they probably felt like this to. I stood up, my grip releasing from her cold hand and my arms fell around the boy I'd call my brother. The hug was powerful and comforting, he told me to go home, eat, shower and get some rest but all those thins seemed impossible. Raven would cook us dinner when mom worked, Raven would use the shower first, Raven used to get into my bed during a storm. I closed my eyes and a salty droplet of water fell down my cheek as I gripped him tighter.

Eventually, I arrived home to my mom curled in a ball, sleeping on the little chair in the corner of the living room. I felt like dropping to my knees, we were all defeated and I had no clue how long this would go on for. I knew that a part of me will always be sad that she's gone, but another part of me wanted to kill Derek even though it wasn't his fault. The worst part? The fact that I wasn't even there to protect her, we saved Deaton and lost Boyd and Raven and I hate myself for it!

Weeks passed, I hadn't been to school, Nobody was speaking to each other. It's as if a black cloud formed above all of our heads and we just couldn't communicate, probably because we wouldn't know what to say. Mom stayed home, she tried to act strong but I could see her heart breaking more and more as the days go on. She tried to cheer herself up yesterday by baking, but the things is Raven would always be in there helping and teasing her. I heard mom cry before the cake was even in the oven, and all I wanted to do was embrace her but every muscle in my body told me not to, and so I didn't. The funeral is in 2 days, I know that a lot of people will be there, including my dad whom I knew that she wouldn't want there. I collapsed on my bed after another long day of moping around. My phone buzzed, I had received a text from Stiles.

Stiles: Scott my dad just got a call. 920c.

Scott: A what now?

Stiles: I really need to teach you police codes. A missing person.

Scott: And?

Stiles: They have reason to believe that Ravens body has been stolen...

Scott: hospital. 10 minutes.

I got changed as fast as I could, threw my jacket on along with my shoes and helmet, before speeding onto my bike and making my way to the hospital. When I arrived, I noticed Stiles' blue jeep already parked on the car park, but he was assumably inside already with his dad as there were police cars everywhere. I ran up the stairs and made my way through the entrance when I saw Sheriff Stilinski and Stiles. Stiles immediately pulled me into a hug making me assume the worst before they had been opened their mouths.

"Where is her body?" I questioned whilst pulling away from the embrace, I was looking at the sheriff. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, he had clearly been affected by the death also.