lost soul [teen wolf]

[chapter swenty seven] darkness has come again

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Aires pov...

"Dear Aires." My heart dropped at the way my name was written on the paper. 

"I am so sorry for what is about to happen, that you had to be the one to find me. The truth was, I don't have anything else. And I couldn't go on knowing that this will always be my life. My mother and sister gave me to the coven, they allowed me to suffer for weeks on end without a bat of an eye. I can no longer trust them. I couldn't take the chance of the coven finding out, I couldn't go back to New York, ever. This is the only way out for me, to finally get out. I love you, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stay and help you. 

But before we part, I have a few things I never had the courage to tell you whilst alive because I knew they'd kill me for treason. Firstly, the coven knows secrets, secrets you haven't been told. I promise you they are true, you can't let them get to you though. They will tell you them to taunt you with them, and I'm sorry that I knew them. I'm sorry I didn't tell you them myself but I just couldn't break you like that. Second, you need to search the shelves in your grandmother's living room and find a box, it should have a small lock on it but you can break it with your magic. Only you can get into it.

I love you, I miss you, I'm sorry. 

Love Brynn."

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I sat in the Sheriff's station, however, the second it felt I smacked it away. I had given my statement to Noah as did Sage, except I was the one sick over it. Half way through me retelling what it was like to see her boy hanging from the ceiling, I threw up. Another person dead, another person to mourn that I love- loved. Brynn took her own life because I went to her for help, for information. Another wave of nausea crashed through me, making my body lurch forwards whilst bile rose up my throat and flew past my lips again.  

"Hey there kid." Noah whispered, pulling my hair out of my face. "It's okay, you're okay."

It wasn't okay, nothing was okay and he was lying to himself and me and I refused to believe any of it. My throat burned whilst my lungs felt as if they were on fire. I wanted to blame the alcohol and foul taste it left in my mouth but I'd only be selfishly shifting the blame off of me. It was my fault. I was the problem. 

"Stiles is going to take you home," he whispered soothingly. 

"I wasn't finished though," I weakly threw back. 

"I've heard enough. He's waiting outside in the jeep for you."

I could barely understand what he meant, what was even going on. Dizzily,  I nodded, finding myself unable to use any more words. I was suddenly sat in jeep, and suddenly my eyes were closed. They started to open at the feeling of being shifted in someones arms, I peeked through my eyelashes, not wanting to be awake and to have to answer any more questions. 

"My dad said for me to bring her home," Stiles whispered to someone, probably Melissa.  "She was throwing up at the station."

"Is she okay?"

"She's been pretty nonverbal since she found her." 

"Thank you for bringing her back." 

He slipped up the stairs and I still faked my breathing as he put me down on my bed. I had no clue where Sage was or where she was staying, I wasn't able to ask earlier and was starting to regret it as Stiles touch left my skin. 

"Stiles." I whispered, whilst peeking at him through my lashes. 

A knowing smile played on his lips, the idiot knew I was awake. "Ree." He whispered with every different emotion lacing the way my name rolled off of his tongue.