The Monsters Inside and Out (Scott Howl x Depressed Reader)

35. Powers

You wake up surprisingly early. Your arms still sting from the new cuts you made last night. Rubbing your eyes, you look at your phone. It's about 4:30 in the morning. You got a text last night from Scott, telling you that he hopes everything goes okay, and that he loves you. You smile to yourself as you read the text over and over again. His writing skills seem to have improved a bit. You look around your room at nothing. You try to find any ounce of motivation to get moving. With it being so early, you should get a shower or something, but you feel nothing. Looking over, you see your knife. It's still red with blood. You pick it up and fiddle with it. You lightly poke each of your fingers. Not enough to actually prick your finger, but enough to feel the knife ready to cut. You pick up your phone and text Scott back, saying that everything went fine, and you love him too. You put your phone down and place your face in your hands. You're exhausted, but you feel like you can't sleep. Your phone buzzes, and to your surprise, it's Scott. You didn't realize he'd be up so early. He asked you what happened after you went inside with your mom, and you tell him she'll let you hang out with friends once a week. In an instant, you get another message from him saying, 'OMG RLY!! CAN I COM OVER NOW?!!A?'. You giggle to yourself about his quick and hasty response. But after a minute, you think about that reality. Could he come over? It's really early, and your mom might be mad your out so early. However, you can only imagine how excited Scott must feel right now to see you. You respond saying if he wants, he can pick you up in a half hour. He replies with an okay and a million heart emojis. You get out of bed, brush your teeth, wrap your arms in bandages, and put on an outfit for the day.

The half hour seems like an eternity as you wait for your werewolf boyfriend to get to your house. Once he arrives, you grab your backpack and meet him outside. He opens his door and runs up to you, tail wagging a million times a minute. Once he gets to you, he slows down and softly embraces you. He smells faintly of body spray and sweat, his signature scent. He asks, "Do you have your medicine?" You knew you forgot something. Even though you were just in the hospital yesterday, it seemed like forever. So much has happened since then, from you yelling at your mom to your mom guilting you for making her look bad. You go back inside and grab it and head back out. Scott is now leaning on his car, smiling at his phone. You didn't notice before, but you can see his breath as he exhales. You didn't realize it was that cold with how warm he is. As you approach him, his ears twitch. He looks at you dumbfounded for a second and quickly puts his phone away, almost dropping it. Before you can ask, he asks, "Are you ready then?" You let it go and just nod, and get in the car. He starts the car and asks where you would like to go. You just shrug your shoulders and say, "As long as I'm with you, I don't care." He blushes and makes a dorky smile, which makes you feel butterflies. "Okay." He leaves your house and starts driving. You look outside your window at everything you pass by, and occasionally take glances at Scott. He looks so cute and confident and happy you feel a little jealous. Eventually, after driving around for an hour you wind up at a 24-hour convenience store. Scott jogs inside and comes out a few minutes later with a plastic bag. His tail wagging, he asks, "Do you mind if we try something?" You slowly nod and he tosses the bag at you. There are two boxes of frozen breakfast sandwiches inside. He takes you to the park and you sit on the classic picnic table.

He opens one of the boxes and grabs a sandwich. Holding it with both hands, he asks, "You can do stuff with fire, right?" You look at him in the eyes. He looks excited but you feel.. Nauseous. Your powers have come in handy for dodgeball and such, but otherwise, they seem to cause trouble. You've hurt Scott ince before, and you don't want to do it again. You say, "I don't really know how to control it.." "Can you try? I wanna see if you can heat up some breakfast!" He gives you his puppy dog eyes, and you sigh, grabbing the sandwich from his hands. You unwrap it. You hold it in your hands and try to concentrate. Closing your eyes, you try to imagine fire. You imagine your hands getting warmer. You imagine hot coals, volcanoes, the sun, hot sauce. You open your eyes and.. Nothing. You look at Scott dejectedly and say, "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing." He smiles softly. "That's okay, you tried." "But I failed.." He scoots closer to you, and take both your hands into his. "Don't think of it as failing. Think of it as.. Not succeeding. If you tell yourself you failed, you'll think you can never do it at all, and bring yourself down. You didn't fail at making a fire, you just weren't successful. But if you keep practicing, you'll get better at it, and eventually you'll be great! I believe in you, and I know you'll be able to do it someday. And I'm proud of you no matter what." Your heart stops. Just.. Stops. Time itself has frozen. Your eyes have opened for the first time. The little raincloud that follows you around day after day has turned into a sun. The world explodes into wide range of colors, instead of the boring, bleak grey. He's proud. He believes in you. You've never really thought of it before, but you've needed to hear those words all your life. People tell you you're worth more than you think, they tell you that you don't have to be afraid to open up, they tell you they all care about you and your wellbeing. But it means very little. It's easy to tell someone you're available to talk, to be there for others. But it feels like they only say that because that's something you want to hear. You usually tell yourself that they really do want to help, but in the end, their words tend to mean nothing. But hearing Scott say these things to you, gives you real faith. Real hope. Real joy. Scott looks down at your lap and says, "Whoa.." You look down to see flowers. Flowers of your favorite color all around you. They're growing from your lap, on the table, and even on the ground. Scott picks one and closely examines it. You blush as you watch him, lost in thought. He looks so intrigued, so mesmerized, so perfect. You cup his face in your hands, and kiss him. He feels soft and tender. He wraps his arms around you and you do the same, deepening the kiss. It lasts seemingly forever. It felt like you were kissing him for the first time again. You separate, still in eachother's arms. His face is a deep red, and you can tell yours is too. Suddenly, you feel something deep within you click. You grab one of the sandwiches and concentrate. Your hand bursts into flames, causing you to drop the sandwich from shock. You pat the fire out and hold it in your hands. You bite into it, and it's still slightly cold, but definitely not frozen. You grab another sandwich and do the same thing. This time you burn it a little. Looking back at Scott, he's smiling widely and wagging his tail. You offer both sandwiches to him, and he takes the slightly cold one. Scott wraps jacket around you and for the rest of the morning, you eat sandwiches that are either overcooked or undercooked together.