Breath of life

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf just the OC

Summary: I died, but I'm not dead. I feel the pain, even if I don't bleed. I glow, but I'm as far from light as it gets. I hurt others, but I don't feel better. What Am I? ScottxOC

A.N: To my daddy who passed away a little while back. This takes place after 3B but before season 4.

Prologue

I only miss him when I'm breathing. With every single breath I took it was like a hundred of sharp needles were going through my skin straight into my veins and killing me slowly. I suppose that's how it feels to get a tattoo. Like someone is tearing through your flesh into you slowly and painfully, and you want to scream your lungs out every single second of every day until you finally fall asleep and for a few moments everything finally goes silence…if you manage to fall asleep.

I only miss him when I'm breathing. So I stopped breathing…

I ran myself a nice warm bath and put on just my underwear. I had everything prepared. I left a nice note to everyone who might care and the police. I put out a black dress to wear in the coffin and a small box which I hoped they would put inside as well. I sank under slowly and waited…It was a while before the pain kicked in. I used to swim at school and even managed to get a scholarship in college, but that was all before… that was before he died…

I only miss him when I'm breathing, so I sank under the water in my bath and waited for the pain to arrive. Once it did it felt like my head was about to explode, and I almost went back up to take a so needed breath…but I didn't…

I only miss him when I'm breathing, so I took all the pain in and for a moment…for that one glimpse I knew it was worth it. I saw him. I saw him looking right at me. I reached my hand for him.

I only miss him when I'm breathing, so I decided to kill myself and join him…but I didn't.

When I woke up the water was cold, and I wasn't breathing…I was dead…but I wasn't with him.

Now I miss him even when I'm not breathing…