You're The Reason | Scott McCall [ 1 ]

1. Origin Stories

CHAPTER ONE
ORIGIN STORIES

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              "No, no, no! Don't do it, Thomas!"

Tears pooled down my face and I crumbled under the covers on my bed, completely hiding my entire body just incase Sam or my mom came in my room and noticed me crying. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to kick Stiles' piece of crap jeep. I wanted to throw Scott's crappy bike into the Preserve. I wanted to drain all of Sam's hair shampoo and conditioner.

I couldn't even bring myself to continue on to page 250. I carefully wiped my tears away, and then slowly grabbed the end of page 249. You can do it, Ana. You can do it. Anything is possible. My eyes traveled over to my poster of Paul Walker and I smiled. Okay, you can do this.

I turned the page quickly and my eyes instantly caught the first sentence. This is so hard to do!

Do it before I become one of them!

"Don't say that, Newt!", I cried out as more tears pooled down my face.

I...

KILL ME!

"Don't do it, Thomas!", I exclaimed, hitting the page constantly as if I was hitting Thomas.

And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one more last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened.

Please, Tommy. Please.

"You can't do this to me!", I started to kick and jump around my bed, praying to God the next couple of lines won't be what I think it will be.

With his heart falling into a black abyss..

"Oh my god... TOMMY DON'T DO IT!"

Thomas pulled the trigger.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!", I jumped off my bed before grabbing a bat then grabbed the book and placed it on my carpet floor.

I raised the bat up before slamming it down on the book repeatedly, trying my best to break the book and leave it in bits and pieces.

After completely demolishing the book, I threw it outside of my room only for it to hit my brother on the head who was calmly walking passed my room.
He immediately fell to the ground and clutched his head in pain, "Ana, what the hell?!"

I raised my hand up to my mouth and my lips formed into an "O" shape, "Oops! Sorry, little bro.."

He groaned from the floor, "One, not your little brother, two, are you reading that stupid book again?"

My lips pursed as I crossed my arms, "I don't understand why you constantly attack my books. You know they're important to me."

He sat on the floor for a moment before standing up and sighing, "You need to get out of the house."

I burst out laughing while pushing him. Sam Garcia is my little twin brother by a second and we have always had a pretty close relationship. Of course, when we were little, we argued over dumb things a lot. For instance, he flushed my Gameboy down the toilet, which I didn't even think was possible. It resulted in me slapping him hard and then he punched me. It was terrible. It also ended up with our parents both kicking our ass, not literally. We took baths together, we shared the same crib as babies and the same room as we got older but our mother finally found a house with separate rooms for us. I love my brother to death, even though he can be a asshole at times.