Dear Allison. ~ Allydia

002 - The Funeral

Lydia looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin looked pale compared to the red lipstick that she put on her lips. Her green-hazel eyes stared blankly into her own while she tucked the last strings of strawberry blonde hair, as Stiles called it, in with a bobbypin. Her arms fell down at her sides and a soft sigh left her lips. Today was the day of Allison Argent's funeral, her best friends funeral. She never saw this coming, she never thought she would be going to her best friends funeral at this young age. A lonely tear slowly ran down her cheek and fell to the ground. Her breath started vibrating and she felt her knees starting to shake.

'Lydia,' a soft voice said as she turned around.

Scott was standing in her dooropening. She faked a smile and he tried to smile back. They both knew their smiles were fake, but both tried their best not to break down.

'Scott,' she said and walked towards him.

He opened his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Holding her friend close, trying to comfort him as best as she could. Even though she knew it wouldn't help, it wouldn't make him feel less worse.

'I miss her, Lydia. I miss her so much,' Scott said.

'It's going to be okay,' she whispered when she felt his body trembling. 'You're going to be okay.'

He let out a soft cry and she knew he was crying. Her eyes were burning as she tried to stay strong in front of Scott, she couldn't break down when he needed her. She had to stay strong, she had to stay strong for Scott.. and for Allison. She slowly released him from her embrace and grabbed his hand. With her other hand she wiped away the tears from his cheeks. He looked at her with watery eyes and for a while they were just standing there. Hoping that they could stop time from passing, scared for what was coming.

'Come on,' she said as she carefully forced Scott into walking towards her door.

Scott's mom would drive all of them to the funeral as Stiles would pick up Malia and Kira. They would meet up at the cemetery. Melissa was waiting right outside as they left the house. She smiled to Lydia as she opened the door to the backseat. Lydia took place with Scott right beside her, still holding his hand. She looked at herself in the window. Her eyes were cold and blank, her lips were pushed into a straight line, trying to prevent herself from crying. Nobody said a word as they drove towards the cemetery. They were all too scared to break the silence and to say someting wrong or painful.

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As they walked trough the gates of the Beacon Hills cemetery a dark and empty feeling creeped on Lydia. 

Kira, Malia and Stiles walked up to them. Lydia saw the doubt in Kira's eyes, not sure if she should try to comfort Scott or to leave him for a while. Malia clamped onto Stiles' arm, she probably had never been to a funeral as she had spent all these years as a coyote. Then there was Stiles. Their eyes met and it felt like someone punched her in the stomach. All air left her lungs and she quickly looked away. After they had rescued Stiles and killed the nogitsune, she had this weird feeling around Stiles and it had gotten worse in the last couple of days. She couldn't be around him and they both had been avoiding the other. Stiles carefully let go of Malia and pulled Scott into a hug.

They walked towards the grassfield where the ceremony would be held. Allison loved to be outside as she would always be training or just getting some fresh air during a walk. That made Chris decide to have the ceremony outside. There were rows of white chairs and at the end of the passage she could see a stand with a microphone and right there was the white coffin where her best friend was laying in. On the front row she saw Chris and Isaac. Isaac had been spending a lot of time at the Argent house and they hadn't really talked lately. Kira and Malia took place on the second row and Lydia sat down between Scott and Stiles. She looked at the coffin and felt a lonely tear rolling down her cheek.

After a while Chris stood up from his chair and walked towards the stand in front of the coffin. He looked at the crowd and showed a little smile.

'Thank you all for coming. We're here because a beautiful young lady left this earth. My daughter Allison Argent passed away and we lost a beautiful soul..'

As Chris held his speech Lydia turned around a little to see who came to the ceremony. She recognized a couple kids from school and some friends of the Argent family that she sometimes saw when she visited Allison at home. But she was sure that no one really knew the real Allison Argent, it made her mad. It made her so angry.

'Lydia,' she heard Stiles whisper and she looked up. 'It's your turn to speak. Do you want me to come with you?'

She shook her head. 'No. No, I can do this on my own."

She stood up from her chair and walked towards the stand. Chris smiled at her and rested one of his hands on her shoulder for a while. She smiled back and took place behind the stand. She looked at Scott who looked at her with tears in his eyes and Stiles who nodded, to say "you can do it". She cleared her troath and rested her hands on the stand.

'From day one I knew there was something special about Allison Argent. She had this smile that could brighten up your heart and make you forget all of your problems for a while. She had such a big heart that she would always see the best in everyone. She would always put someone else's need in front of her own. She would always make sure everyone else was okay, before she would think about herself. That was Allison. From day one she believed in me, she saw the best in me. I know I wasn't the kindest and most generous person when me and her met. I only seemed to care for popularity, I always pretended to be someone that I was not because I thought I wouldn't be good enough. Allison stood by me trough everything, she didn't run away like everyone else would. She was my friend. She showed me that I was good enough. She taught me how to be myself, she taught me that I didn't have to hide behind a mask. She taught me how to put that mask away and how to be brave. You could say that Allison Argent saved my life. I never met anyone more kind, generous, loyal and brave as Allison Argent. Allison, you will be always be my best friend and I will always love you. I'm so glad..' Lydia's breath got caught in her troath as she looked at the end of the passage between the rows of chairs.

A girl with short black hair stood there in a white dress and a pair of sad, brown eyes were looking into Lydia's. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and she was almost sure her eyes were decieving her or playing tricks on her. It felt like all strength left Lydia's body. The dark and empty feeling that she had felt, had only gotten worse since they approached the cemetery. She figured it had to be a Banshee thing, all those people that had been burried here. She could feel the pain and the sadness and it was overwhelming. The girl came closer and Lydia closed her eyes and pinched her arm. When she opened her eyes again, she still saw the girl. Her best friend was still there, Allison was still standing there. In all panick she looked around, everyone was looking at her. She wanted to run away, she wanted to scream. She stumbled away from the stand but her legs felt like they were made from rubber. Hands grabbed her arms tight and kept her from falling down. She looked up and saw Stiles and Scott looking at her with a worried look on their faces.

'Allison..'