𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
Riley Winters thought nothing good would come from looking for a dead body with her friends that night. But now she realised just how much that on...
I'm thinking of writing maybe just the last few episodes of Season 6B instead of not writing it altogether, but I'm undecided.
I'm still going to write an epilogue, either way, just trying to make decisions about 6B haha
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"Did Isaac say anything to you?" I asked Scott as we sat in the school library.
The whole Pack had gone home after the next clue had been found. After everything that had happened with Isaac, I had asked Lydia to drop me home, which she was more than happy to do.
I got home planning to take a shower and got straight to bed. I did that, except as soon as I got into bed, I was unable to sleep. All I could think about was what Lydia had written.
'Stiles'
What did it mean?
Climbing out of my bed I had gone to my desk and written the work down, pinning it to the corkboard on my wall. I then went about going through the strange photos I had found on my phone, printing out all the ones that looked like someone was missing from them and pinning them up too.
There had been so many, that I had to start pinning them to my actual wall. Charlotte probably wouldn't be too happy, but that was something I could explain to her later.
Once they had all been pinned up, I had taken a seat on my bed and stared at them. I sat like that all night, just hoping that it would shake a memory loose, but still nothing.
"No, sorry," Scott told me with a frown. "He went to his room as soon as we got back. Hasn't left since."
"He didn't even come to school today?"
Scott shook his head as he typed on his laptop. We had met in the library in hopes of finding more of a lead on what or who 'Stiles' could be.
I dragged my hands down my face, groaning heavily, "I am the worst person alive."
Scott put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it. "It's not your fault, you didn't choose to forget whoever this is. Isaac will understand that."
"I know he will," I sighed. "But on some level, that feels worse. I don't want to hurt him, Scott."
He reached further, putting his arm around me, "Listen to me. This isn't your fault. It's the Wild Hunt. Stop being so hard on yourself."
I wanted to believe him, but after the way Isaac had looked at me, it was difficult. Choosing to move away from the topic, I shifted to look at the computer screen. "Did you find anything?"
Scott immediately knew what I was doing, and was gracious enough to go along with it. "'Stile, an arrangement of steps that allows people, but not animals, to climb over a fence.'"
