Who?

“No problem, seriously. It is, but it’s one of the first things people forget too. Well, that or a pencil.” Scott’s smile was gentle and he spoke just as soft as the other. He caught the look over she was giving him and part of him hoped she would recognize him. That she would see him. At the question, he tried to shrug it off, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just- Allison, you really don’t remember?” He sighed, like it hurt asking the question. “Wait, just humor me. Are you sure you don’t know me? That we haven’t met before?”

“Either a pen or a pencil you would think coming to a new school... I’d at least have that right?” Allison was taken aback at his last comments, her feet took a few steps back before looking down and shaking her head, her eyes tearing up at the way Scott was asking. “What are you saying Scott? I don’t remember what? I only just met you Scott, I only met you today. I thought you were different, you were the only one not looking at me wrongly, but now you are asking things everyone is whispering. Tell me Scott. Now. What is going on?” 

Stiles sighed softly. “You were stabbed with a sword trying to save Lydia and I.” He didn’t know how she’d react to that information. But he knew better than anyone how crazy someone could be driven by their own mind and their memories. He wouldn’t wish her any more pain.

She stopped in her steps. “I’m glad I died saving people who  seem to be my best friends, when I die again, I’d want to die  like that again. Saving my friends.” Allison spoke softly as  she turned and walked towards her father, spending an hour or  so talking with him, before telling him she’d see him at home and  turned back to Stiles, walking back to the car. 

“ It is mostly the face you two share, some details , the hair, just be patient with it, with time people will stop staring at you, try not to think of it, do your thing go out, to school, have fun with friends, you will see that soon it will pass.  A hole on your chest , but at least now it does not hurt that much. Tell me more about it, about New Orleans, what was it like?, what did you enjoy most of it?”.

“Well the world does say that there are seven people you look just like you, I must be one of them to the other girl everyone confuses me for. I’ll try to be patient, I just want the stare’s to stop, I mean I am a human being.” Allison spoke gently as she rocked back and forth on her heels. “I don’t really have many friends, just moving here constitutes no friends. The French Quarter is beautiful, the food, all the gumbo, it is just amazing, the fashion, the music, you should visit someday.” 

            he didn’t know how to love anyone else. at this point his entire body belonged to allison & his heart & soul did as well. every inch of his skin felt as though it belonged to her & he needed to hear the sound of her voice, even if she could barely speak. he was soothed by her. the sound of her breathing was precious to him, because it meant she was still alive. they both were. his arm coiled around her shoulders & he wouldn’t have went back to class even if she had pleaded for him to. he wanted to remain right here by her side & that was precisely what he was going to do. he whispered softly into her ear, ❛of course we can, i will be with you the whole time.❜ he breathed lightly, knowing that her father was a monster, & so was his own. there was no getting passed how much they needed each other, especially now.

               her head lulled to the side and snuggled into the crook of her lover’s neck as her tears began to slowly calm down, drying to the skin of her cheek as her hands fumbled with the bottom of her sweater before coiling around stiles’ torso. “thank you stiles, can we hurry? i don’t want my father to find out i’ve essentially run away.” allison’s voice was shaky as her words spewed out, her feet started walking around the outside of the school towards the jeep that the pair so loved on occasion. the huntress was finally going to get away from the abuse that hid behind the doors of her apartment. that hid behind her father’s strikes to her face, that resided within her wounded soul. “i love you stiles, i don’t know where i’d be without you.” 

“Yeah, totally. I still have loads of them in my bag. Don’t worry,” Scott rushed to reassure the other. “Right, you’re first day.” He nodded, glancing every which way that wasn’t her, but this time with purpose. He wondered if Stiles or Lydia was around to witness this. “Wait, you were at your house?” The alpha looked back at Allison, eyes narrowing. “Did you uh, talk to your parents this morning?” He tried to keep the urgency from his voice, hesitantly reaching out to shake the other’s hand when it was offered. “Scott, I’m Scott. Nice to meet you too.”

“Thanks Scott, I really should have brought a pen today, first day and all, pens are usually necessary.” Allison spoke gently as she placed the pen in her back pocket, rocking back and forth on her heels as she looked up and down at Scott, something about him... it was, familiar. “Yeah of course I spoke to my parents, my parents are at home, unpacking. Why would you ask that Scott?” Her voice was barely over a whisper, the girl felt somewhat attacked, the new guy in front of her was making things difficult. “I think I need to get to my next class.” 

“  It’s fine , I mean it hurts a lot but I have had a fair share of losses that you just move on in a way at least if it makes sense, I think it is because of the similarity you two share. That is why you have the stares, moving around that sounds nice but don’t they ever wished or thought of just settling down in a place for once?. I am eighteen, deciding for college , I lost my parents and it is just me and my brother, now I understand more of why you had the frustration you  earlier.”

“I get that, I mean loosing people hurts and it’s a continuous aching pain. You never really move on, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. I wish I stayed back in somewhere like New Orleans, I was only there for a short period but it was such an amazing experience. I’m sorry you lost your parents Elena, it must have been hard. What similarities do we share? Maybe I can find out how to not be stared at.” 

“Trust me, if you remember how you died, you’d revise that assessment.” He looked out at Chris. “He’s waiting for you, not me.”

“I don’t know how to go to him, and I wish I knew how I died somewhere in my head, somewhere in  my head it’s there.” Allison spoke softly. “I’m scared.”

“ You did not startle me at all, do not worry about it, it was just a missunderstanding , you are not going crazy, though hearing sentences like that, it could make you feel like you do. You look a lot like her, she was a good friend of mine, how about you tell me more about yourself?, “

“Misunderstandings seem to happen too often with me these days. I feel like I am, all I am getting is crazy stares and people who keep asking me odd questions and it makes me want to crawl into the ground. I’m sorry you lost her, well I’m seventeen years old, my parents sell military firearms which is why we move around, I like boutique shopping and I’ve never been here before. What about yourself?” 

     “are you for real right now? your aunt kate, she killed majority of my family.”

“My Aunt Kate would never  kill anyone, I don’t know who you  are now please, explain yourself without lying to me."

             the thought of her father hurting her always made it so that he couldn’t think straight. he could imagine the pain that she endured because he too endured it. he was so broken & so abused that some days he felt crippled by it all. then there was his allison. the girl he had fallen in love with despite everything. he needed her & when he heard those needy words out of her own lips he felt his cheeks curve into a smile as he slid his hands into hers, & gave a soft little squeeze of her hands. releasing them he watched as she began rubbing her arm & wincing. he leaned in & stole a kiss from her lips. ❛i will hide you in my room. i won’t make you go back there.❜ his father wouldn’t object. the bastard was always kindly when his friends were around. but when he was alone he was the punching bag. ❛he doesn’t know what we are to each other, he won’t think anything of it.❜ he whispered into her ear, & held her close.

              huntress or not, allison couldn’t fight her father back and now she was going to be hidden in another’s home so she didn’t have to face the man who bruised her arm and damaged her insides. crippled in the males arms, allison kissed his lips gently, stiles was her saviour and she was never going to leave his side, if the sheriff decided to make stiles a punching bag that night, allison was going to run away, with stiles, packed bags for them never to return, after the huntress fought back for her lover. “thank you baby.” her voice gentle as she gripped his hands and relaxed her head on his chest, hearing the slow beat of his loving heart. “i’m grateful for that, it means i can stay, if he knew, i wouldn’t be allowed and I don’t want that to happen, i love you stiles, please, can we go? i don’t want to be at school any longer. i need to get some clothes for tonight anyway.” her words barely a decibel above a whisper as she kept her body close to his.

“But I did move in yesterday!  Look I don’t know who the hell you  are, but why don’t you tell me what is  going on without saying I’ve been here  longer than just yesterday.” 

“You’ll be out of here soon, I know it. And the moment you start to believe that, the better you’ll feel. The mind is a great healer, Allison. Okay, so the bows out, but we’ll get creative and find you something else. We’ll figure it out. Because I’m not going to let you almost-die on me ever again. We couldn’t do this without you. I couldn’t do it without you. I need you.”

“I hope I can get out of here soon, if I  have to survive on jello much longer I  am going to get really frustrated I think. I won’t almost die on you again Lyds,  I won’t be in a situation like that because I  won’t be able to fight, maybe we can  find some behind the scenes thing, like  hidden cameras and earpieces and I can  direct you or something? I need you too Lyds.”

                     ❛       y’mean the guy who has been eyein’ y’all class. maybe y’should say somethin’ … flirt a little. i can be your wingman !       ❜

“He’s been eyeing me? And no, not wingman... wing-woman, unless you’re hiding something woman makes more sense. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“If you had never come into Scott’s life and made such an impact, then he wouldn’t have had a memory of you to help save his life. It was you, Allison. Don’t argue with me on that one. And okay, maybe you can’t be the hunter you once were, but you are my best friend and you will always be that, no matter what. Which is why I’m going to help you and be there for you while you figure out who it is you want to be when you get better. Because you will get better. You’re the strongest person I know. This won’t beat you.”

“And so many people wouldn’t be dead, I’m just glad that even in this god damn hospital I was able to save his life, and all of your lives along with it since I couldn’t the last time and almost ended up dead. You’re my best friend too Lydia, and you always will be my best friend, I just need to get out and then maybe, just maybe I can help you more. But I can’t hold a bow without it hurting anymore. I can’t fight.” 

“ No need to apologize Allison , I am Elena , you have a good point I did not make myself perfectly clear and it caused a confusion for you, others have been asking you as well?, like what exactly?, I am sorry as well I was mostly suprised , could be from the resemblance that you share with this woman I know”.

“I didn’t think I had a popular looking face, most people are asking me if I am who I say I am. I’ve heard things like ‘did she really die?’ and they stare at me. I may just be going crazy. I’m sorry if I startled you myself Elena. It was far from intention.” 

                     ❛       the cute one ?       ❜

“He is pretty cute. Darker skin, chocolate eyes...” 

   “yeah i did, you and i have a few mutual  connections…”

“I’m honestly not sure who  you’d be talking about. I don’t  know anyone in this town.”