[It's not the memory of Scott holding her best friend's body that haunts her the most. It's what it felt like when Allison died. That entire day, for hours, she had been so overwhelmed, so sick. Her head was spinning, she was terrified, yes, but mostly she was angry. At that thing for hurting the people she loved, at herself for not having better control over her powers. At Beacon Hills for being what it was and bringing all of this upon them.
The voices had never been as loud as they had been that day. But she'd known all along they weren't loud because of Stiles. She'd known all along it was because of Allison. And despite her giving her best to try and warn them, it'd been useless.
But what she really remembers is the silence. The voices were loud, and got louder, and the screaming became more constant until she screamed with them. And then they stopped completely. There was just complete silence inside and outside of her head. And she felt so empty, like she had been able to feel Allison leaving and all she left behind was her hollow body. That was what she remembered the most. The silence, the emptiness, the hollowness she felt as she collapsed onto Stiles' unconscious form. That she still feels now when she thinks of telling Allison something, or how much Allison would have liked to see something, just to be reminded she's not there.
Her focus is on Stiles right now, though. And she doesn't feel empty or hollow right now. She feels his arm hand wrapped around hers even as she starts picking out books for him.]
What happened to you during the flood? I know you weren't yourself, but I have no idea who you were. [Maybe that will be a good backwards way to get answers.]
Spam!
The voices had never been as loud as they had been that day. But she'd known all along they weren't loud because of Stiles. She'd known all along it was because of Allison. And despite her giving her best to try and warn them, it'd been useless.
But what she really remembers is the silence. The voices were loud, and got louder, and the screaming became more constant until she screamed with them. And then they stopped completely. There was just complete silence inside and outside of her head. And she felt so empty, like she had been able to feel Allison leaving and all she left behind was her hollow body. That was what she remembered the most. The silence, the emptiness, the hollowness she felt as she collapsed onto Stiles' unconscious form. That she still feels now when she thinks of telling Allison something, or how much Allison would have liked to see something, just to be reminded she's not there.
Her focus is on Stiles right now, though. And she doesn't feel empty or hollow right now. She feels his arm hand wrapped around hers even as she starts picking out books for him.]
What happened to you during the flood? I know you weren't yourself, but I have no idea who you were. [Maybe that will be a good backwards way to get answers.]