Katherine McCall lived a normal life with a somewhat normal brother and a normal crush on best friend Stiles. It was everything she could keep up with while also juggling with school. She preferred normalcy. That was until her brother, Scott, was bi...
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✧"When the memories hit you"✧
I wipe my tears away with the back of my hands before crawling over to Derek who lies motionlessly on the elevator floor. I grab his broad shoulders before gently shaking him; hoping that this light gesture will wake him. It doesn't. The light flickers above us and the green tint of the buildings lighting envelops us, adding to the depressing scene.
"Derek," I mumble weakly. Nothing. I stare at his chest through my blurry eyes to see if he's even breathing. When I don't catch the rise and fall, my heart rate spikes up. Oh, God. He's dead isn't he? Oh no no no. I place my shaky hand up to my damp forehead. Today isn't turning out how we planned it out at all.
"Derek, wake up, please." I whisper. My instincts tell me to give him cpr but the other part of me is being a dumbass and doesn't think a wolf needs that. I ignore the second part of me and kneel over Derek's body; placing my hands, one over the other, on his chest.
"Okay, okay." I whisper to myself before beginning to give him chest compressions. I count up to thirty in my head while ignoring the beads of sweat getting caught in my eyelashes. After the thirty compressions, I gently lift up Derek's chin before parting his lips. I lean over, placing my mouth against his, giving him the two resuscitations.
"Katherine?" I make out Stiles' voice and snap my head towards him who appears quickly in front of the elevator. I look up at him desperately.
"He's not waking up." I say in fear. As if on que, a ragged breath leaves Derek's mouth. My eyes flash towards him and I stare at him with parted lips. I let out a breathy laugh with a small smile on my face. I got him to breathe again. I saved him. Stiles plops down beside me and my face falls. I look over at him slowly, not fully meeting his eyes even though he's staring deeply into mine.
"My mom?" I ask in a whisper. I already know the answer, but if someone tells me maybe I'll be able to believe it.
"I'm so sorry, Kat." Stiles says. I feel like I just got punched in the gut. I nod slowly while looking back over at Derek who is still out cold. At least I know he's breathing.
"Scott?" I can't help but ask.
"He left with Deucalion." The two people who I thought I lost earlier or gone. Just like that. They're gone and I always seem to be the one who never gets to take their place. Like I'm so special.
