All Of You ~ Scott McCall ~

Chapter Ten: Rusty Benches & Flairs

Chapter song: Byegone - by Volcano Choir

I sat there on that rusty old bench for what felt like hours; just staring at my phone. I stared at the little electronic box that kept delivering me news I didn't know what to do with.

I reached down to pick up my phone when it began to ring. Lydia Martin's name popped up on the caller ID. I accepted the call and held the phone up to my ear.

"Lydia?" I questioned

"Scott" Lydia whispered, into the phone.

I squinted, "What?"

"Stiles went to find him all the werewolves are killing themselves... Heat breaks the trance... We-we don't know wh-why" she stuttered

"The hair dryer..." I muttered under my breath

"What?" Lydia asked

"Oh nothing, I'll explain later. What's going on with Scott?" I urged

"He's by the bus. Get here now!" She yelled into the phone before ending the call.

I quickly stood up and sprinted down to the bus.

"Scott" I yelled, as I ran into the lot.

My breath hitched when I saw him. He was standing in a puddle of gas with a flair in his hand.

Stiles was talking to him, with tears in his eyes.

He was going to set himself on fire, and if heat was the way to snap him out of it, it would be too late by the time he got hot.

I slowly approached a crying Allison and stood next to her. My breaths became audible as I stood and watched Scott talk about taking his own life.

"Scott you're my brother" Stiles chocked, stepping back into the semi circle around Scott.

Scott wasn't doing anything; just clutching the flair with tears about to spill. I couldn't let him die. We couldn't burn him to snap him out of the trance so we're gonna have to talk him down.

"Scott?" I said stepping in the puddle of gas.

Lydia gasped from behind me, as I put my life at risk.

I don't even know if i'm the person to be doing this. I haven't known him all that long and i probably don't mean all that much to him... but i know how much he means to me.

My mind is racing as I'm contemplating if I should tell Scott how I feel. Will it even be enough to save him?

I take a look around me. All of our friends are huddled around the pile of gas Scott and I stand in. I look to Stiles and he nods at me. Signaling that he thinks I can help Scott. If there's any chance my words can talk him down I owe it to him to do so: no matter how embarrassing it might be for me.

"You're the only person who's ever made me feel like I matter." I whimper as I take a step closer to Scott. "Before I met you I was lost. Scott you saved me." I look up at him and his expression is still blank. His hand still tightly gripping the burning flair. "No one gave a shit about me... I was just there" I plead, tears spilling down my cheeks. "But you did. You listened to my story and you still kissed me." His eyes meet mine and I can tell my words are working. "That kiss was the first time i've felt alive in years. So please don't leave me. I need you Scott. I need you to remind me what it feels like to be alive." I pause and take a moment to catch my breath. I look around once again and see everyone watching, their eyes swimming with anxiety. "We all need you Scott. I don't know if you can hear me or if you're even listening but if you are: you tell that voice inside your head to go to hell and hear me out."