A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever, so if you want me to continue please let me know. The first chapter is going to be kind of slow so bear with me. Please review. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf… duh.
As the emerald trees grew denser, so did my chest. By the time I reached the Hale house my breath was coming out shallower and shallower as my lungs were constricting. I haven't had a panic attack since the last time I was here, and yet the feeling was oh so familiar. Hauntingly so too.
The memories that washed over me were bittersweet. But thoughts, like how I'd never see them again were quite the opposite of sweet. Tears threatened to spill over, and for a second I was tempted to just let them. I knew that if I let this feeling come over me, there would be no turning back. I would be changed forever. Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing… but I couldn't risk it. That one moment of weakness would cost me dearly. Let's just say it was a luxury I couldn't afford.
A wave of grief washed over me, causing me to clamp my eyes shut and double over in pain. When I finally felt up to it I pried my eyelids open. The scene before me brought a smile to my trembling lips.
It was the Hale pack. They were all here! I looked on as a sixteen-year-old Derek played with his little sister, and Peter stretched out on the couch with some old book. I waved a hand in front of Peter's face to see if I could get a reaction, but to my dismay he continued reading as if my hand wasn't blocking his view.
Then the most incredible thing happened. My heart nearly burst with joy as Talia Hale looked deep into my glistening jade eyes, and gave me the most stunning smile. Before I could respond I was returned to the bleak present.
My cheeks felt damp, so I reached out a hand to touch them. Tears. I haven't cried in… I can't even remember the last time. I don't deserve to cry! As I stare at the once grand house before me, it just strengthens my resolve. I don't deserve to cry because I could have prevented this… could have done something more.
The place I had spent time so much of my childhood in was… gone. In its place sat a dreary shell; not even a shadow of its former glory remained. I stumbled out of my creaky blue punch buggy and fell to me knees in front of the unstable building.
In my mind's eye I saw the porch swing that Derek and I had put up, the one that Peter would always hog. This place had been so beautiful. I laughed out loud at the memory of Derek pushing Peter out of the swing so that I could have a turn. That choked laugh turned into a sob as I clutched the grass and hung my head in shame. Don't cry. Don't cry. You have no right. You can't be weak.
I shouldn't have come. I know that. But I had wanted closure. I had held myself back for six years. For six years I had not realized the extent of the damage. They had all burned in there. The people that were the closest thing to family I had ever had. In that death trap of a house they had screamed as the flames consumes their flesh, they had begged, cried, and I couldn't save them.
I don't deserve to even be here. In this place that they took their last breaths. In the place that my beloved Alpha was terminated.
My sobs had faded. I had somehow ended up lying with my cheek to the ground. The earth underneath me nourished by tears. Tears. I have none left they are all spent. I couldn't bring up the courage to enter the house. I am a coward, I think as my body shake with tremors.
I am weak, I am lower than the lowest cockroach. Maybe that is why I didn't realize that icy, sapphire eyes had been watching my whole ordeal. Maybe that is why I didn't hear the one with the eyes staking up to me. Maybe that is why I didn't put up a fight as strong arms grabbed me. Maybe that is why I couldn't overcome the darkness that resulted from a hand injecting an elixir into a vein in my neck.
As the substance mad its way into my bloodstream I went limp in my attacker's arms. Then came the merciful darkness. Maybe this is what I deserve. Maybe this is karma. Maybe the end is finally near.