I couldn’t move. Nothing felt right anymore. How could worse things actually be happening. It’s like everyone in the world is out to get me. I don’t deserve this hell. Some of it, I deserved. Not all of it. No way. My phone began to ring but I was in no place to answer it. I couldn’t move my body. How could I? After all of this.. as if I wasn’t broken enough.
Allison reached into my pocket, taking matters into her own hands.
"H-Hello?"
"Allison?" Obviously Isaac expected me which no doubt threw him off guard and probably scared him too.
"Scott's fine. Well actually no he's not fine at all." If only she had the slightest clue of just how not okay I actually was. All of her worries and troubles at that moment were nothing compared to the pure agony I was going through. "What's going on?"
"No forget it. Derek will take care of it. I'm coming back go help Scott through this. All I was going to say is that we found a new scent to track, Lydia's." Thank god for Isaac. He is the one person who could understand me and I needed him. Yes I was glad they were tracking Lydia, but I just couldn’t think about that. There was too much on my mind.
"O-Okay. How close are you?" Not close enough.
"I'm already here.” His voice came from inside the room and not from her phone which made me sigh of relief.
"How?"
"Who's he?" Stiles asked me and I frowned. I didn’t need the extra reminder that my life was completely fucked up.
"He doesn't remember the past couple years. Nothing." I finally manage to say. Isaac deserved to know that. Plus, like I said, I needed him to help me. Like he did before.
"I'm sorry, man. I wish I could. You're not my boyfriend or anything right? I'm not gay or anything?" A laugh came out of me but I had no idea how that was possibly.
"No Stiles. Gay guys still don't find you attractive. Plus Isaac isn't gay."
"Oh okay cool. Sorry I can't remember you though." I hated this Stiles so much. Why? I have no idea.
"Allison, can you leave me alone for Scott for a few minutes to talk?" Isaac Lahey, coming to my rescue.
"Sure." She whispered and walked out of the door. Finally.
“So he can’t remember anything.”
I shake my head and press my lips together, holding back tears. Not again. “Nope. As if I needed more stress. I mean, I know it’s not his fault but Stiles is killing me man.”
“Just so you know I’m right here. I can hear you.”
