°𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 𝙼𝚌𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕°

                                    

                                          
She Couldn't Handle It- 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 𝙼𝚌𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕
                          
Scott had lost many people to get where he was, Issac left for France, Jackson moved to England, Stiles lost himself to a evil spirit and Allison had died within his arms. After losing Allison, Scott felt like he would never feel that way again. He felt that way until he began to realise the small things about Y/N, the girl who had stood by his side since he was in 4th grade with Stiles. He noticed how she would tie her hair in a bun so she could work on her drawing, but then began to feel insecure and pull out a few strands to make her look cute but defining the reason she tied it up in the first place. He noticed that small spark in her eyes whenever anyone she cared about could be in danger, the slight uplift of smile when Liam would say something stupid but she had to keep a straight face. 
                          
He only wished he had told her. She was the only other human in the group with Stiles so he expected her to be overwhelmed but he never imagined it to get this bad.
                          
It started when she hadn't turned up to the pack meeting, Y/N had never missed a pack meeting claiming that she needed to protect her wolfies. And then she didn't answer her phone. This caused a panic to those within the room. So they all head of to find her, her location was turned of which was suspicious, she says had it on so the pack knew if she was in danger or not and where to find her. So Lydia and Stiles went in his jeep, Scott got on his motorcycle, Lian and Theo ran off holding hands running into the woods. He expected to find her in Fred's Diner, a small little diner just outside Beacon Hills where the pack would go. He drove up to the red and yellow diner and was quick to get of his motorcycle. His eyes scanned the room the second he entered the door looking for the y/h/c coloured beauty, but she was nowhere to be seen. The manager, Fred made his way over to the panicking boy. 
                          
"Hello McCall, where's the pretty one?" Fred asked, his Texas accent strong.
                          
"Y/L/N isn't here." Scott muttered and that's all he took before ge was running back out to his motorcycle. The group chat was singing with messages, all of place where Y/N wasn't. But nobody checked her house so he drove there as fast as he could, most likely going over any speed limits. A wave of relaxation went through Scott the second he got of his bike, the faint smell of nint, chocolate and strawberries wiffed towards him and he could hear her heart beat, it was slower then usual. Then the smell hit him, blood. He could hear her faint cries as he ran up the staircase. The smell of blood getting stronger. He quickly sent a text to the group that and seeing as Theo and Liam were relatively close they made it to the house just as he reached the bathroom door. Water was swimming through the tiny gap of the door, panic set in his throat now.
                          
"Y/N are you there?" He asked lightly knocking on the door, but no reply came. A whimper, a sound of pain but it was quiet. That's all it took for the werewolf boy to began kicking the door, it began splintering and a gap was appearing. Liam has just reached the top of the stairs when he broke through. A cry coming from the alpha once his eyes lay upon the sight. 
                          
She lay, in the bath tub. Cold. Her clothes stuck against her, blood soaking the grey hoodie and joggers. Blood, dripped from the slits in her wrist. Her phone laying face down in the counter next to an empty bottle of pills. 
                          
"Y/N!" He cried stumbling towards the weak girl, she was close to dying. Liam gave a loud howl seeing the sight of his dying best friend, he was taken in Theo's arms immediately. Stiles and Lydia were speeding down the road to her house when Lydia froze, so something was up. Her eyes stung tears dripping down her cheeks.
                          
"Lyds, you okay?" Stiles asked not taking his eyes of the road as he speed towards the house. Her hands were shaking and she was pale.
                          
"Y...y/n...n." She cried and Stiles stepped in the gas and speed to the house.
                          
Scott tried to pull the weak girl out of the bath but it was like she was frozen. He took her cold hand in his and he tried to take the pain away, but it wasn't working.
                          
"Why's it not working." He screamed as he tried again. No black viens nothing.
                          
"Scott.... its because it doesn't hurt anymore." She whispered weakly looking at him, the life draining from her body with him every second. He shook his head in pain and began stuttering no's over and over again. She was successful lifted from the tub and into his arms. She was soaking wet and shivering.
                          
"Hey Scotty, you know I've always wanted to tell you some but I guess it was never the right time." She said finding warmth in his arms,the arms that would hold her on cold winter nights, and that would keep her safe from everything.
                          
"I loved you Scott, but you never noticed." She whispered and his heart shattered, he couldn't handle another one of the loves of his life dying in his arms, not again.
                          
"I did. I did Y/N." He cried pushing the hake back from her face but she just stared at him.
                          
"Scott, I love you." She whispered as she blinked the tears away, the footsteps of Lydia and Stiles running up the stairs.
                          
"Stop." He cried hugging her closer, joy caring about the blood standing his white shirt.
                          
"Stop saying it like its goodbye." He cried as Lydia gave one of her screams, it was the worse ove but it hurt their ears a bit.
                          
"Because it is Scotty." She cried her eyes not leaving his. 
                          
"No!" Stiles cried stumbling towards them. The only other human in the pack, his best friend.  He guessed she didn't just cut it and that made him cry harder. 
                          
"Kiss Me Scott, please " She cried bring her cry cold hand up to his cheek and the boy nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks. He pressed his lips asked lukewarm one and slowly kissed her, both their eyes fluttering in shut. Like they both wanted to do this for a long time, which they did. He felt the girls lips grew cold and she felt limp in his arms. Lydia's scream rippled through the sir as she clutched her chest, the bloodied water even rippled at the sheer magnitude. She was dead.
                          
He cried and sobbed into her chest, knowing that it will never rise again. He already missed the smile on her lips, she had one on her face now but it looked like it didn't belong on her face. Her pretty y/e/c that he will never get yo see twinkle again. He missed the way her cheeks would darken whenever a teacher caught the trio messing around, she was truly gone now. 
                          
The love of his life, dead in his arms. First it was Allison, his first ever love and now her, Y/N, the only girl he loved after her. He was truly broken and the girl was gone.