chapter nineteen
"therapy"

"NO! PLEASE STOP!"

LYNN USED a palm to cover her gasping mouth as tears started to stream down her face like a river, staining her cheeks. She couldn't move, as if her feet were superglued to the floor.

She watched as Jackson, except in his kanima shape, ripped its claws deep into Stiles' chest, leaving his absolutely bloodied and destroyed body to crumble to the floor beside everyone else — Scott, her mother, Allison, Lydia, even Derek. They were all dead, lifeless, had absolutely no heartbeat.

And it was all Lynn's fault.

"Mrs. Kennedy?"

Lynn was snapped out of her dazed trance when she heard someone call of her name, and she fluttered her eyes up from staring out a window. She realized she was in the waiting room of the guidance counselors office, and had completely even forgotten that she was here in the first place.

She noticed that the guidance counselor, Mrs. Morrell, was standing in the doorframe of her office, and she could only assume that it was the woman who called out for Lynn.

"S-Sorry," Lynn breathed out, stumbling to pick up her bag that was resting by her feet to follow the woman into her office.

It seemed like any other office, with a neat desk, hardly any decorations other than the many posters that littered the walls. There was a chair opposite of the wooden desk, and Lynn could only assume that that was the chair students sat in.

"So, Evelynn, how are you feeling?" Mrs. Morrell questioned as she took a seat on her rolling chair, and Lynn had to hide her annoyance from the question. Does anyone ever actually care when they ask that question? Most people just say it because it's expected, but Lynn doubts if anyone ever cares about the response.

"You can just call me Lynn," Lynn responded, and then she nervously licked her dry lips. Her mind flickered to the nightmares she's been having nonstop since the night Matt tried to murder all her friends, including herself. "I'm, uh, I'm fine."

When the school, along with her mother, required that Lynn go to therapy through the school to deal with her recent traumatic experiences, she just wasn't expecting this. She's mostly just doing this for Katherine, to make her mother feel better.

"Okay," Mrs. Morrell concluded, and Lynn furrowed her eyebrows in the slightest bit at how the woman didn't argue with her. "How are you feeling about Matt?"

Lynn dropped the woman's glance as she thought, drifting back a few days back when she first discovered that Matt had been drowned. He was found out in the river behind the Sheriff's station, and the thought still haunted her of who had been the one to kill him.

"Fine," Lynn replied, shrugging her shoulders softly. "It wasn't like he was a boyfriend, or even a friend, really."

"But you two did go on a date, correct?"

"I wouldn't have called it a date," Lynn shook her head, glaring a bit in the woman's direction. She just said she was fine, couldn't Mrs. Morrell just write that on a piece of paper so she wouldn't waste anymore of her time. "He was creepy. Allison found pictures of me all over his camera, like pictures of me in my room, and shit. Oh, sorry, I mean crap."

"And didn't the police find evidence of that as well?" Mrs. Morrell questioned, and once again, Lynn narrowly escaped her eyes.

"Apparently he had pictures of us all over his computer," Lynn explained, her nose twitching when she thought of all the other things he imagined them doing together. "Like pictures of me where he photoshopped himself into it — like us holding hands, or uh, kissing. It's like he had this whole fantasy of us dating."

"And that doesn't frighten you?"

"It doesn't frighten me because the guys dead," Lynn corrected, but then she realized her tone of voice could've been taken as aggressive, so she reworded it. "Look, what happened to him is sad, but you won't see me over here mourning him."

"Hm," Mrs. Morrell pursed her lips, and Lynn curiously narrowed her eyes at what she was thinking of her. "So, how are you feeling about the championship game tomorrow?"

But as Lynn opened her mouth to once again reply with fine, Mrs. Morrell warningly tilted her head, making Lynn roll her eyes.

"I'm nervous like everyone else, but overall—"

"—Fine?" Mrs. Morrell concluded, and Lynn flashed her a tight smile, while nodding. "Well, I won't hold you any longer for today since you have your last class. I'll see you in my office next week."

"I'm sorry?" Lynn questioned, letting a small scoff escape her lips, and she tilted her head in confusion.

"You're meeting me once every week for the rest of the semester, was that not what the principal and your mother agreed upon?"

Lynn irritatedly tensed her jaw up, and she could only imagine this was her mother's payback — not telling her that they would be meeting so much, because then she wouldn't have agreed to it in the first place.

"Right," Lynn clicked her tongue, and then she scooped up her back-bag while standing up from the chair. "Well, I'm sure we'll be having fun, then."

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"Well, that was freakin' useless."

As Lynn exited the guidance counselors office, she was mumbled many words of annoyance under her breath. She gripped her bag even tighter as she swung it on her shoulder and marched her way back out into the hallway, spotting hardly anyone since class started in less than ten minutes.

But then her eyes landed on a familiar mop of blonde hair.

"Isaac!" Lynn yelled out as she saw the boy right about to turn a corner, and she skips a few beats to catch up with him, and he curiously perked an eyebrow at the girl. "What?"

"Plan on trying to kill me again?" The boy sarcastically countered, and Lynn sent him a deadpan glance.

"Look, I've hardly seen you since...the whole thing at Scott's house," Lynn explained, and she let out a massive sigh while trying to find the words. "I don't know what happened, I just lost control, and I used to never, but now all it seems like I do is lose control."

"Anything else?" Isaac asked in complete and utter disinterest, and Lynn glared harshly at him before cooling her look down.

"I'm trying to apologize," Lynn retorted, scoffing slightly.

"Are you sure? I didn't think that was apart of your vocabulary," Isaac playfully narrowed his eyes, and Lynn only rolled hers as a response, although a small smile seemed to tug on her lips.

"Can you just let me finish before I change my mind?" Lynn growled, but then sighed as she realized she was losing herself again.

The bell signaling class would begin in five minutes echoed throughout the hallway, gaining both of the werewolves attention.

"I'm sorry," Lynn stated softly, not in an attitude filled way either, she was being truly genuine. "I'm sorry for hurting you, and almost killing you."

"That seemed painful, you doing okay?" Isaac teased, and the same smile reappeared on Lynn's face, where the corners of Isaac's seemed to turn upwards.

"Does that smile mean you forgive me?" Lynn carefully questioned, trying her best to pull out her puppy dog eyes.

"No."

The amusement on Lynn's face immediately drifted into a frown, and she dropped her glance to stare at the floor instead. She was an idiot, why the hell would Isaac forgive her in the first place? She nearly killed the boy, so she—

"—Jeez, can you take a joke?" Isaac interrupted her thoughts, and Lynn let out a flustered laugh while sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. "You're alright, Lynn, I get it."

"Thank God, I don't think I can let the word sorry come out of my mouth one more time," Lynn fake gagged, and then both of the werewolves laughed together. "I'll see you at the game, right?"

"Of course," Isaac nodded, and with that, Lynn then took off in the direction of her first class so she wouldn't the late.

Isaac was pleased to know she wasn't listening in to his heartbeat, because he had absolutely no intentions of going to the game tonight. In fact, as he watched Lynn's body disappear down a hallway, he almost wanted to stop her and let her know.

That he was leaving Beacon Hills, and he planned to leave tonight.

a/n: isaac and lynn give me the best of sarcastic friends and i effing love it😌WHAT WOULD THEIR SHIPNAME BE???? (whether strictly as friends or as a ✨couple✨)