As I got closer I saw he was dripping wet, like it had just rained or something. And then I, along with the other three, got close enough that we were now In front of him and not behind. Now I could see a empty gasoline container, it’s contents poured on to Scott and even pooled around his feet. If the Flare touched my cousin or any of that gasoline he would surely burst into flames. That was his suicide plan.
"Scott?" I asked, barely managing to choke out the words. I was terrified to say the least. The sight in front of me scared me even more then seeing Scott cut open.
Scott seemed to finally acknowledge our presence as he slowly looked up at up with a blank expression. No, scratch that, he had a slightly determined expression with the littlest hints of sorrow. Scott looked back at his flare and spoke and a very monotoned and non Scott like voice. “There’s no hope.”
Allison was the first one to be able to come out of her shock and speak. ‘What do you mean Scott? There’s always hope.”
"Not for me." Scott responded, shaking his head slightly and taking in a sharp breathe. "Not for Derek."
"Derek wasn’t you fault. You know Derek wasn’t your fault." I said but I stopped myself from saying more. I was scared of saying the wrong thing or even scared I might start to cry.
Scott acted as though he hadn’t heard me. “Every time I try fighting back it doesn’t work, people keep getting hurt, people keep getting killed.”
A/N You can see what happens by clicking that link!!