I Miss Her - Allison Argent Imagine
A/N: This is an imagine on how every character feels about Allison’s death, Reader is Allison’s cousin. She’s been in the pack since Allison was still there, Reader was distant to the pack after Allison’s death and they all finally talk about it.This was in my drafts and I haven’t had time to write because of school. I’m still going to upload the “Dive” Scott Imagine, it’s in the works but I’m not done with it yet.
Warnings: Meantions of Death, Self Harm
Word Count: 1,444
P.S: If you guys ever need to talk about anything, my ask box is always open. Don’t hesitate to ask, I’m here if you want to talk.
Ever since Allison’s death, I locked myself in my room, crying non stop. I was angry at her because she had died but she didn’t know that it was going to happen. I miss her a lot…
It’s been a week, my Uncle Chris left to France with Isaac. I couldn’t believe that he didn’t seem sad about his daughters death. He had lost his wife and now his daughter. He was always a serious guy but I guess I expected him to show a little emotion.
He had given me an option, to go with him and Isaac or to stay here in Beacon Hills where bad things happen. I had chosen to stay because I couldn’t imagine starting a new life in a new country. I remember the argument Uncle Chris and I had before he left.
“Y/N you should come with us” he had looked fine like nothing had happened.
“I won’t run away from my problems”
“You’re not going to be running away from your problems”
“I see it as running away from your problems” I said crying “How could you show no emotion? Your daughter just died” I yelled at him.
“Do you think I don’t care about losing Allison?” he asked as his eyes started watering “ I lost my wife, then I lost Allison. The only people I had left. God, I hate myself for not being able to protect her, If only I had gotten there earlier this wouldn’t of happened.” at this point he as already crying. “If you stay everyone will be talking and feeling sorry for you and it’ll make you feel even worse”
“I’m sorry Uncle Chris but I can’t leave, I’m going to face everyone, sure people will talk but I don’t care, I want to stay”
“Y/N please come, It’s not safe for you here”
“I’m not going anywhere” I said walking over to where he was standing and I hugged him. We had stayed like that for a while.
I’m sitting on my bed with a razor blade on my right hand, holding it over my left hand. I slowly start to cut my wrist in a horizontal line and put pressure on it. I was crying as I did this, thinking about Allison and how now I felt alone.
I repeated that five more times and dropped the razor on my bed while crying to myself. I hadn’t slept in days because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Allison get stabbed and fall to the ground. I heard my phone buzz a couple of times before I dozed off. I knew it was the pack calling me but I didn’t want to pick it up.
Stiles, Lydia, Kira and I were at my house. We all tried calling Y/N but she hadn’t picked up any of our calls. We had all started calling and texting her since the beginning of the week. Lydia was currently in the kitchen calling her, Stiles was talking to his dad, and Kira was texting Y/N.
“She won’t pick up her phone” Lydia said walking back to the living room and sitting on the couch.
:“Maybe we should go to her house” Sties suggested
“Maybe she just wants to be alone” Kira said getting up from the couch
“I’m worried about her” I said
“I am too, maybe Stiles is right, we should go to her house” Lydia also got up, grabbed her purse and headed out the door towards her car
“Are you guys coming or what” Stiles asked Kira and I
“I have to go home, my dad already texted me telling me he wants me home” Kira said grabbing her stuff.
“I’m coming” I said as we all walked out of the door.
Once we got to Y/N’s house we noticed that the whole house looked dark. There were no curtains opened, no lights were on, it had looked like no one lived in the house anymore.
I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I got up from my bed and remembered what I had done to my wrist. I mentally cursed at myself ad reached for my black cardigan that was on my chair and walked down stairs to get the door.
As soon as I got to the door, I looked through the peep hole and saw Scott, Lydia and Stiles standing outside.I opened the door and they all started asking questions all at once.
“Y/N, what the hell” Stiles said
“Why didn’t you answer our calls or texts” Scot said walking in and closing the door.
“We’ve been worried about you” Lydia said hugging me
“Guys, I’m fine” I said lying and remembered that Scott could sense it.
“Y/N how are you really” Scott asked walking towards me “and be honest”
I looked at all of them as they waited for my answer. I started crying.
“Honestly” I began “ I feel angry and sad. There are so many emotions that I’m feeling. Everything had gone to shit, I don’t sleep anymore because every time I close my eyes I see Allison getting stabbed, she didn’t even see it coming”
At this point I was practically sobbing. I felt Lydia’s arm on my back and then she spoke.
“Y/N. I can’t imagine how you feel, she was my best friend, I miss her too, a lot.” She was rubbing my back, I looked at her and she was crying too, so I hugged her “just know that we will all be here for you”
“I blame myself” Stiles said from across the couch
“Stiles it’s not your fault, you were possessed. I know for a fact that Allison doesn’t blame you either” I said getting up walking towards him and giving him a hug.
“I pictured her in my arms every time I close my eyes, I don’t sleep either” Scott said tearing up
All of us were either crying or starting to cry. It felt good to let out everything, there’s still that dark hole inside me that isn’t going to go away. I had also blamed myself for not being able to do anything to save Allison. I hadn’t noticed that Scott caught scent of something.
“Scott what is it” Lydia asked and I looked up at him
I mentally cursed myself for not cleaning it or washing the razor and throwing it away. I felt my heart beating faster, I didn’t want to tell them but I knew they’d find out somehow.
“I smell blood”
“It’s me” I said hesitantly
“What’s wrong” Stiles asked
I just raised the sleeve of my cardigan and showed them my scars, the blood had already smeared. I looked down scared of what they would think of me.
“Oh Y/N” they all hugged me.
“Why did you do this to yourself” Lydia asked me
“I’m not sure, I guess I was just feeling alone and all my feelings were all over the place”
“You could’ve talked to us about it” Scott said
“I know but I just didn’t want to bug you guys”
“Hey you wouldn’t of been bugging us Y/N, you could talk to us about anything, please don’t do that again” Stiles said hugging me again.
“If any one of us are dealing with stuff like this again we should talk like having pack meetings but like feelings meetings. We should probably get together once a month and talk about how we’ve been feeling” Scott suggested and looked at all of us to see what we thought about his idea.
“I think that’s a great idea” both Lydia and I said
“Yes I’m okay with that” Stiles said nodding his head
“Great! Well I’m starving, do you guys want to go the pizza parlor,or the diner” Scott said getting up causing all of us to laugh a little “What I’m starving and I haven’t eaten anything all day”
“I’m starving too, let me just go change really quickly” I said running up stairs
“Hurry up I’m hungry too” Stiles yelled after me, sounding a bit desperate, that’s how he always gets when he’s hungry.
“I’m coming” I laughed at how he acted when he was hungry.
I made my way down the stairs braiding my hair in a fishtail. “Okay I’m ready, where are we going”
“Come on Y/N, the guys are waiting in the car” Lydia said laughing and reaching for my arm in the process.