Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Thirty-Two

Pain and tears were all I felt when I woke up from the darkness. My body ached from the events that happened not too long ago. I felt an emptiness, like I had lost a piece of my heart. Considering Boyd's death, I'm sure I did.

I wiped the new and old tears off my face before sitting up in the bed that I was currently in. I noticed it was my own bed, the bed that I haven't slept in, in a long while. I looked over at the clock and red the bright red numbers; 3:43 a.m.

I groaned, knowing I wouldn't be getting much sleep again. I stood up and stretched, watching my reflection in the mirror. No scratches littered my body anymore as they had healed in the short time period.

I trudged into my bathroom and turned the water on, slipping under the scalding hot water after stripping from my clothes. After rinsing the dirt from my body and washing the oil from my hair, I stepped out into the coldness.

I wrapped a white towel around my body and stood in front of the foggy mirror. I picked my hand up and wiped it across the mirror to show my reflection.

The girl in front of me seemed unrecognizable from whenever all of this had started. My cheeks were sunken in and my body were more prominent from not eating as well as I used to. Bags were layered under my eyes that remained a bloodshot red 24/7. My skin was also more pale than usual.

I looked like a walking zombie.

After drying my body and hair off, I got dressed into some long silky pajamas and decided to call Lydia, even though it was 4 in the morning.

"Hallie, you better have a good reason for calling me at 4 in the morning!" Her groggy voice filtered through.

"I need a distraction." I simply replied with tears in my eyes and she knew exactly what I meant when she let out a sigh.

"I'll be over in 5 minutes with ice cream and movies. Don't do anything stupid, please, Hal." I nodded into the phone before hanging up, letting a strangled sob escape my throat.

I could've stopped all of this from happening, I had a feeling that someone was going to die. I knew right after Boyd died and I was void of energy that when I had the vision with Scott and Duke earlier that it was a warning.

A warning to help stop it from happening. But I had failed and it was all my fault that I didn't see it any sooner. I felt betrayed by my own self because of it, I feel like I betrayed my group of friends.

I feel like I hate myself for it.

The tears never stopped, even when Lydia arrived and tried to comfort me. The mint chocolate chip ice cream didn't even help, or the Avenger movies that she knew I loved.

"Dammit Hals, how can I get you to stop crying?" She groaned, standing in front of my bed with her hands on her hips.

"I-I'm sorry." I choked out, covering my face with the pillows. I was overreacting, but the events were playing over and over in my head and I couldn't stop them.

"That's it, I'm taking you to Deaton." She huffed out, before pulling me out of my bed. I tried to muffle my cries but they only worsened as I got into the car with her. My breathing became heavy as I felt my body swaying in the three inch deep water that was in Derek's loft.

I clawed at the surface as I crawled my way to Boyd and Derek, but I knew it was too late when I grabbed Boyd's hand in mine.

"Hallie, we're here." Lydia's voice registered in my ears but I couldn't do anything but stare out in front of me while I helplessly watched Boyd die at my hands. It wasn't Derek's fault, it was mine. I could've stopped it.