Return Home - Chris Argent

Prologue

The first thing she remembers seeing is the smoke,

Followed by the screams of those who were inside,

Then comes into sight, the little colour of the tip of the flame,

Get a little bit closer and see more of the flames followed by the flashing lights of the fire trucks, police cars and ambulance.

Who would do this?

Her home, her family. Gone.

She felt nothing, no tears fell on her face, she stayed in the one place watching everything fall apart at her feet.

The smell of smoke, the emergency services chatter, the flashing lights blinding to the eye.

Did anyone survive? or is it just me?

Her dark ocean blue eyes moved across the most horrific scene.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of her older sister dead, holding back the tears 

Her eyes also caught a look at her older brother being pulled on a stretcher.

She started to let the tears go even more until she heard a voice,

"Aunt Rory?"

She looked over to where her name had been called, there stood her niece and nephew looking scared but relieved to know she had made it out alive.

She ran over to them and hugged them both shielding the traumatic event in front of them.

"Everything is going to be okay" she tried in attempt to comfort them both but also trying to believe her own words.

Not only was she now trying to mourn the loss of her family that she had just watched being pulled away lifeless, she was now in attempt to look after two teenage kids that also just watched the traumatic event in front of them...

In the remainder of those 2 weeks, the three of them excluding Peter (older brother) who was seeking medical attention from the hospital had packed up and left Beacon Hills.

But that was almost 6 years ago, Aurora Hale is now 29 years old and is back in Beacon Hills....