#ft allison

He made his way quickly through the sand, walking right where the water lapped at his feet, and planned on pushing through until he saw her there. The flash of spun gold hair was unmistakable. His heart plummeted and his feet, usually so sure, caught on themselves and sent him sprawling. No… no this wasn’t possible. It wasn’t fair! “Allison….”

Needless to say, he hadn’t truly fallen out of love with her.

Wesley had spent a good chunk of time getting ready. He slid into a stiff new pair of jeans, comfortable warm work boots, and a shirt that arraigned slightly across his chest. He brushed his teeth, and combed out the rat’s nest in his thick, unruly hair. Only then did he grab his wallet and a small, delicately made courage he’d gotten at the flower shop earlier in the day.

He was ready despite his stomach twisting with butterflies. That was stupid.

He made his way through town. Despite his prolonged absence, not much had changed. It made him feel… comfortable. Even as he walked up the driveway to pick her up. He exhales and knocked on the door. No matter what happened now, he was here, and he would not be turning back. Never again.

Her voice. It was the only thing Scott could hear for days -- whether it be conversations or her thoughts, he was listening to everything. He had a continuous migraine that didn’t seem to fade with three times the prescribed amount of Advil, and his whole world felt as if it were a lie. Allison was dead -- she died in his arms -- Scott recalled the day all too vividly for his own liking. The memories bounced around his skull, and her face mercilessly haunted his dreams. Everything hurt. However, most of all, it was his heart that ached. He prayed to any god that there possibly was that he could have one last moment with his first love, though he tried to make himself believe it was nothing but wishful thinking -- but it was more than that. Was he going insane? He could hear her heart beat. She was upset -- something was wrong.

He almost couldn’t stop himself, as he threw on a jacket and made his way towards Eichen house, the asylum that he drove past on his bike every day to go to work. This was the place where her voice was the clearest. Scott had come here several times within the week, sitting at the front gate, in order to do nothing but listen to her talk. It brought ease to his nerves, to hear her again. But, something about it felt all too real. He couldn’t help but find himself at the building that held hundreds of people, some even against their  own will, in secret sections where they couldn’t be found by just anybody.

He made his way to the front desk, slamming his hands down onto the counter. “I need to see Allison Argent,” he stated clearly, and got a look from the guy behind the desk as if he belonged in the institution as well. “I know she’s here,” he spoke, in a lower tone this time. Just as he was about to get more angry than he already was, a familiar face walked into the lobby. A doctor he knew well, one that was acquaintances with Sheriff Stilinski, and had helped Scott and his pack out before.

“Scott McCall, what are you doing here? How can I help you?” Dr. Conrad Fenris spoke up, extending his hand to shake the teenagers in greeting.

“I need to see Allison,” he spoke bluntly, ignoring his hand.

“Who?” The doctor knit his eyebrows together in confusion. “Follow me, McCall, let’s talk about this somewhere private,” he stated, nodding his head towards the doors he had entered through.

The pair walked in silence, until they were far enough from the main lobby. “Where is she?” Scott demanded, his blood boiling beneath his skin.

“Follow me,” the older man sighed, using his key to open a private door, which lead down a stairwell. Dr. Fenris had always did everything he could to help, but he wasn’t letting Scott know much of what was going on right now. They traveled down a few flights of stairs, past a couple more locked doors, and finally came to a single cell, one with the name ‘Argent, Allison.’  on it’s door.

Scott’s breath caught in his throat, listening for something -- anything. He couldn’t hear her now. Was she really in there? Or was it just her corpse? Scott wasn’t sure what waited behind the door, and he was a little nervous to find out. The doctor entered a code into the keypad, and opened the door, stepping back to allow Scott to enter first.