Brand New Start Chapter 27: One Last Hurrah, a teen wolf fanfic

"This is Aria Stilinski, nicknames are pending, leave a message! Or just hang up after the tone - which isn't annoying at all! I'll get back to you as soon as I feel like it, unless I hate you, in that case I will not. So bye!"

"Aria, hey, where are you? Are you seriously not answering right now - I'm coming over - no ifs or buts about it... Why are there so many flashing lights outside of your house..?" Lydia's chipper tone immediately drops. The amount of ambulances outside of the Stilinski's house was enough to cause an uproar. Her phone drops to the ground and in that moment she knows why Aria hasn't been answering her phone.

"There isn't anything we can do!" The paramedic had shouted at Sheriff Stilinski, who was pushing the small man up against the side of the ambulance, "I-I'm sorry sir!"

His eyes were wet with tears, "Do something! Do anything!" He'd shouted. He'd released the paramedic when he realized he couldn't help him. He charged over to Scott and Derek, "You two, you can do something. You have to be able to do something."

Scott looks panicked but Derek speaks evenly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry! Help. Someone, just, help.." Sheriff Stilinski collapses in tears, his normally calm exterior now reduced to a sobbing mess. The tears fell hot down his cheeks. He sobs into his fist, "Help."

"Her body is trying to heal but there's nothing to heal. Aria's let go." Derek says quietly, putting a hand on Sheriff Stilinski's shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"My daughter doesn't just let go. Aria is a fighter. She. Doesn't. Let. Go." He says through his teeth.

"Even the strongest have to let go eventually."

Derek goes home and he finds comfort in a bottle of vodka. He drowns his demons within the liquor made from fire. He finds himself laying on the floor, hot tears dripping down his face, hitting the hard floors as if they were earthquakes of his sadness.

He'd drunkenly dialed her phone about three times now. It would ring and it would ring. Finally it stopped ringing and sent him right to her voicemail. He'd cry and hang up. Derek Hale was not a wreck.

At the end of the night there's glass scattered across his floor into beautiful broken pieces. Just like him.

The sound of her body hitting the floor like a ton of bricks would wake him at night. As if she was there, in his room, whispering her last breaths. His sheets stained with sweat, the smell of his madness hanging in the air. Everyone had reassured him, it had been the nogitsune, it hadn't been him - but it felt like him. He could still smell the blood in the air infused with metal as he pulled the blade out of her. Stiles Stilinski had killed his own sister. He remembered the sound of her flesh piercing the blade - he remembered every excruciating detail. Stiles Stilinski rarely slept. He'd pick up his phone, dialing her number.

He'd hang up the phone because hearing her voice was too much to bear. Stiles let the guilt take over every part of his body. Everyday he'd go to school, wishing he would get hit by a bus so he wouldn't have to feel this way anymore.

His father looked at him much differently. Though his father reassured him it wasn't his fault. Stiles knew that his father blamed him. Stiles had taken upon himself the job of cleaning out Aria's room. He found many photos, photos of Aria and Lydia, Aria, Scott, and Stiles squeezed into one photo, even a photobooth photo of Derek and Aria. Stiles pocketed all of the photos.

They finally had gotten rid of the nogitsune.

Though in the process, this war had also claimed Allison.

Everyone was devastated, they had lost Aria and Allison in an effort to save Stiles. Stiles felt as if both of their deaths were his personal fault. The sweat stained sheets affirmed this idea. Derek had crawled into his loft and refused to crawl back out. Scott had to call Cora to try to coerce her to come back to help Derek. She came within the same night.

Aria's stuff all smelled like her, of course, vanilla and that damn Dr. Pepper she'd drink like honey. He found all of her Doctor Who merchandise, and multiple fruity hats she'd bought as part of her online shopping addiction. It was strange. It was so strange to think Aria would never walk through the door ever again.

Her funeral was the worst part. Stiles walked in, his eyes weighing him down as he dragged himself across the threshold. He saw the casket, bright and white, gleaming in the center of the room. He knew she was in there and it almost made him walk back out.

Lydia quickly runs over to him, hugging him, "I can't imagine how hard this is for you." She says through sobs.

He pats her on the back, "I'm okay." He says with a broken tone.

Lydia releases him, a soft sincere smile on her lips, "You don't have to be strong for me." She kisses him on the cheek and quickly scurries back to the aisle she'd been sitting in. Stiles ducks into a side aisle, away from all of his friends.

Everyone stands and talks for Aria, talks about the life she led. No one talks about how she died. They called it a mugging gone wrong. Though everyone knew the truth. Stiles could feel the truth crawling underneath his skin, making his skin itch at night. He spots Derek at the back of the room with Cora, the first time anyone had seen him since she died.

Stiles remembered the pain he felt when he realized what he'd done. The nogitsune had duled the devastation, but now that the nogitsune was gone - the devastation was back full force. He remembers it because he remembers running.

He'd gone to Derek's house, nearly breaking down the door, he hadn't realized he'd ran until he was panting at his doorstep. "You.. were.. supposed.. to.. protect her." He breathed, "You.. you should have.. killed me." He panted.

Derek had looked at him so sadly that night, stepping aside to let him in, "Let me make you some coffee, Stiles."

Stiles glanced up at Derek, but he let his eyes fall back to his feet as they walked into his apartment. "You loved her, didn't you?" Stiles asked, after reclaiming his breath.

"Yeah, I did." Derek says as he starts a new pot of coffee, "A lot."

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything."

"I did everything. This is all because of me. I killed Allison.. I killed.. I killed Aria. I know you can never forgive me, but at least I said that." Stiles looks at the coffee pot, "I don't think I'll be staying for coffee."

Derek turns around, sighing, gripping the counter, "She would have risked her life to save you, Stiles."

"She did."

Derek closes his eyes, not having a retort ready, opening his eyes slowly, "Yeah, I guess she did." His eyes close again, "You should go."

The sound of the door closing is loud through the small isolated apartment.

Stiles shakes himself from the memory as he walks toward her casket. She seems peaceful and serene, not as if she was stabbed by her little brother. They cleaned up her wounds. She'd wearing a black blouse and her lips are painted red. In her hands she holds a bouqet of white roses. She doesn't seem distressed at all. She doesn't even look dead. He feels as if he could push her shoulder and she'd jolt back to life. The fire returning to her green eyes.

An hour passes, more speeches are spoken through the funeral home and Stiles finds himself drifting. Drifting back through the memories. He drives after the hearse with his Dad in the passenger seat. They're quiet the entire time.

He removes himself from the scene, heading outside to the graveyard. He sees her gravestone, Aria Stilinski, it reads, beloved daughter and sister. Stiles wipes his tears. He never thought he'd have to watch his sister be lowered ten feet into the ground. The pastor says his prayers and hands Stiles a shovel. A shovel to bury his sister.

He takes the shovel delicately, shoving it into the dirt then onto her grave. This was not how they were supposed to say goodbye. He was never supposed to bury her.

The devastation was intolerable, but he found a distraction in a blue eyed package.

He went to school but noticed a curious blue eyed girl staring at him. He'd occasionally make eye contact but she looked away as if she'd been looking at a fly rather than a human being. This was a significant enough distraction, he decided.

It was better than listening to Aria's screams.

Just one little distraction.

One brand new start.

A/N: Just thought you guys deserved a little funeral since I blindsided you guys.. (please still love me!), although, this chapter does lead to my newest story, Modern Love, featuring my OC Ella/Stiles, there will be heavy mentions of Aria (maybe even a surprise appearance?! ) so if you guys want to keep up with Stiles, that'd be cool.

Thank you for reading and hating me.