[The last word is a scream, sharp and shrill. It's raw panic, and she can't breathe. She can't breathe, can't stop her eyes from streaming, jerks away from that hand on her arm and loses all of that control and composure that is her linchpin.
She's shaking so hard she couldn't notch an arrow if she tried. She's so terrified, so blind she couldn't wield a knife if she wanted to. She's so dizzy from the gulping sobs and gasps she can't stop that a gun in her hand would be more dangerous to her than to anyone else.
She has to get away. Stiles is pack, and she has to get away.
Because this is pity.
He doesn't care. None of them do. To care, to still love her would require forgiveness, and there is none to be had.
They can't forgive her, because Allison can't forgive herself for the things she's done.]
Monday Spam
[The last word is a scream, sharp and shrill. It's raw panic, and she can't breathe. She can't breathe, can't stop her eyes from streaming, jerks away from that hand on her arm and loses all of that control and composure that is her linchpin.
She's shaking so hard she couldn't notch an arrow if she tried. She's so terrified, so blind she couldn't wield a knife if she wanted to. She's so dizzy from the gulping sobs and gasps she can't stop that a gun in her hand would be more dangerous to her than to anyone else.
She has to get away. Stiles is pack, and she has to get away.
Because this is pity.
He doesn't care. None of them do. To care, to still love her would require forgiveness, and there is none to be had.
They can't forgive her, because Allison can't forgive herself for the things she's done.]