Her eyes flickered open to face the back of the cream seat in front of her. She was still on the plane. The Neighbourhood's song Wires played in her ears, drowning out the sound of everything around her.

She turned to her left, lifting her hand up to pull up the shutter on the small circular plane window. At the sight of the brightness, Cordy squinted and sheltered her eyes. She was still groggy from sleeping, and she seemed to have slept through the night. That meant she was nearly there. Cordy was nearly home.

Quickly, she pulled the shutter down and turned back to face the front of the plane. From the corner of her eye she could see that the two girls in the seats next to her were asleep too.

With her head resting against the top of her seat, she thought back to the memory she had relived. It had been the first time she had met Cara. That girl had changed her life. She remembered when Cara told her what she was, what she had done to Cordy.

Still, Cordy couldn't be mad at her for it. Cara had taken under her wing, taught her everything she could. Every day for the next few weeks after they met Cara would walk Cordy to the end of the street after school, and she trusted her. Cordy remembered telling Cara every change that took place in her body. Her hearing was impeccable, she was suddenly a better runner, winning all of her races, her strength increased and every injury healed within a day or two. At the time she was so confused but she thought it was a blessing, she was a better person. She just didn't know she would end up the way she is today.

Cara wasn't there anymore, she was gone. And that one thought killed Cordy inside. She needed revenge, she couldn't let Cara's murder be forgiven. Everything she knew about her ability was because of Cara, and revenge seemed like a good way to pay her back for Cara.

But Cordy wasn't just doing it for Cara, she was doing it for her pack- what was her pack. She was doing it for her family and everyone in Beacon Hills. She was doing it for them, all of them.

Cordy sighed, then reached into the left pocket of her skinny jeans to pull out her phone. Her phone shone in Cordy's eyes, making her squint once again at the light. Its illuminated screen told her that it was nearly seven o'clock in the morning, so she still had three hours left on the plane. That meant her brother would be in school and her dad would be in work when she got there, or she assumed that. It was the end of the summer holidays, but Cordy didn't know exactly when they went back to school.

The thought that she didn't know where her family would be when she got to Beacon Hills scared her. Where would she go? She didn't want to go to their school, she didn't want to go to the police department, and she didn't want to just barge into her old house. What if they had moved? One place stuck in her mind, a place she thought an old friend might be at.

She had met him a few months after meeting Cara, only a month before her mother passed away. He had been the same age as Cara, sixteen, when they met. The boy had lived in a big house in the forest with his family; the Hale household. She still remembered him, the person- along with Cara- who had taught her what she knew; Derek Hale.

His family took her in like her second family. Cara and Derek treated Cordy like their little sister, and she had always looked up to the both of them. They had taught her how to control herself on a full moon, and how not to accidentally kill people. When Cordy's mother had died, they had both been there for her, but that's when she started to feel different.

Just thinking about it made her breath stop for a few seconds, before she was coughing and spluttering in her seat. It only lasted a few seconds, but she felt the pain again. And it was a pain she hadn't felt for years. Maybe it was the thought of returning that brought it back, or maybe it was just the thought of her mother. But she felt it; she felt herself losing control for a split second.

Cordy took a deep breathe, shaking every thought of her past and future from her mind. She still had a few hours before she landed at LAX, she still had a few hours of not worrying about anything. All she needed to do was relax.

For a few minutes she sat there, taking big breaths with her eyes closed trying to relax, but her thoughts kept attacking her peace. Every time she tried to push them away new one would come back, and there were too many bad thoughts overwhelming her to forget about.

With frustration, Cordy pulled herself to her feet and ran her hand through her loose hair. She shuffled past the two girls without a care for waking them until she stood in the middle aisle of the plane and started to walk forwards. Most people were asleep other than the few insomniacs and others who couldn't sleep on the plane, so they instead just sat in their seats reading or watching a film on their laptops. Some bothered to look up and Cordy and nod, but that was only one or two people.

Once Cordy reached the end of the aisle she turned to the toilet door and nudged the door, which swing open. She slipped into the concealed room and bolted the door shut behind her, then approached the sink to her left.

She twisted the cold water tap, watching as water spouted from its mouth and fell through the drain at the centre of the sink. After a few seconds she outstretched her hands and embraced the ice cold water in her palms, spreading the joyous sensation to the skin on her face. The cold soothed her skin and refreshed her tired flesh.

Allowing the water to drip from her face, Cordy twisted the tap again to shut off the water flow, and then watched the last drop of it fade into the maze of pipes below the sink.

Cordy looked up, staring back at herself in the round mirror hanging above the sink. Her face was wet and her eyes were droopy. The strands of hair surrounding the edges of her face were damp and her usually chiselled features looked dull and bland. She hated how she looked so different without any make up on, she hated wearing the stuff, but it made her feel at least a little bit better to know her blemishes and under-eye bags were covered up. Plus, make up was the least of her problems. She had much more important things to worry about, but she did know that she had to put at least a layer of foundation and concealer on before she surprised everyone with her return.

Cordy combed her hair with her hands until it sat on top of her head and then fastened it into a high hanging ponytail with a slightly damp bobble that had clung to her right arm, keeping the damp strands pulled back and barely visible. Her face dried in a matter of mere minutes and went back to being dull, bland and dry. She shrugged at the sight of herself and sighed before turning back to the door and unlocking it.

Slowly, she made it back to her seat. It had been sort of reliving to stretch her legs as well as wash away her bad thoughts, but once she sat back down it was as if she had never left her seat. Her legs cramped in their uncomfortable position and the bad thoughts swarmed her brain.

The three hours ticked by, each individual second peeling away a wall of protection from her memories. It wasn't until Cordy heard the screeching of wheels against concreate that her bad thoughts disappeared, but instead realisation set in. She was so close to everything she left behind, and now she was going to have to face it all. What if she was rejected? What if they didn't want her back?

She took a deep breath. She just had to hope they were still safe. That's all she could ask for. She just had to hope that they hadn't gotten there first.