Hazel knew she was dying. Though, she thought maybe it wouldn't happen so soon. She was only fifteen, almost sixteen, and she was bleeding out on a freezing lacrosse field in her winter formal dress.

Why did she have to die at school? It seemed almost fitting; the thing that makes most teenagers want to die is exactly where her life is gonna end.

This night has been absolute shit. First, the boy she has a crush on goes to prom with another girl and then a crazy dude with claws straight up attacks her sister and in the struggle slices Hazel's neck open and kills her. Worst dance ever!

She tries to take deep breaths and keep her eyes open but it's just so cold and she is so tired.

"Please don't kill them." The voice seems far away and yet so close. It's Stiles. She knows it is.

She was gonna die without telling him how she felt.

"Of course not. At least not this one. The other one is what you would call, collateral damage. I'm afraid she'll be dead in a few minutes. I may have slipped and cut her carotid artery." She couldn't pinpoint this voice, it felt familiar like from a dream.

"No, No, No! She can't die. Please!" She wanted to reach out and grab Stiles, tell him it was okay; that he'd be better off without her, but she can't move her head let alone her arms.

She had always been a pessimist but a part of her hopes, as she bleeds out and slowly stops breathing, that there is a heaven or at least more than just darkness. But her brain stops thinking as her eyes filled with tears start seeing spots and flutter.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, Lydia.

I love you, Allison.

I love you, Stiles.

I love you, Scott.

She thought all of these things as her eyes closed for the last time.

And then Hazel Lynn Martin died at 10:52 pm of blood loss after her carotid artery was severed.

And at 11:05, she came back to life.