𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒
i am fine, thank you for asking! though recently there has been a darkness growing within me

ITS BEEN ABOUT a week since Aria has arrived back in Beacon Hills; the place her trauma started.

Mom dead. Aunt dead. Twin sister dead. Cheated on. Has been tortured and betrayed.

And now she's back.... different; stronger and more traumatized.

She hasn't taken care of herself; bed is covered in junk food, she hasn't showered in days, haven't even left her bedroom even longer.

She feels empty.

All that is stuck in her head on an endless loop is seeing Dean getting mauled to death, his eyes turning lifeless as they stared at her.

Sam was her one constant after Dean's death; they traveled together in silence, but at least she wasn't alone. At least he wasn't alone. They worked together for days trying to find a way to bring Dean back, but then hope left Sam. And then Sam left her.

They had found a motel relatively cheap, and when morning came, Sam and the Impala was gone.

Only a note was left behind.

Sorry, Aria, but I can't do this anyone. I didn't want to leave you, but I had no choice. Losing Dean broke me. Go back home to Beacon Hills and be with your dad. Who knows, maybe it'll be your last chance with him. Don't waste it.

She had ripped the note up as she screamed and cried, and threw things around in the room. After her breakdown, she had crumbled to the floor and stared silently at her mess, feeling only emptiness.

And now, here she lays, not much different.

Suddenly, her bedroom door was slammed open and in came Lydia, Malia, and Kira.

"Up, now!" Lydia demanded, pushing the junk food off of the bed, pulling the depressed girl up by her arms.

Aria whined and pouted, pushing her body further into her bed. "Nooo....."

"Come on, A," Malia groaned, reaching forward, gripping the grip by her waist and pulling her off of the bed and over her shoulder. "Where to, Lyds?" She asked, hands gripping Aria's waist, nails digging slightly into the shorter girls skin.

Lydia sighed, shaking her head. "Obviously we aren't kidnapping her until she's taken a shower, at least."

"Oh..." Malia frowned, ignoring Aria as the girl began to squirm and try to break free.

"Let me go, Malia!" Aria shouted, slapping the were coyotes back. "I just want to sleep, okay? Is that so much to ask for?!"

"You've had the opportunity to sleep for a week now," Lydia stated, moving to stand behind Malia to make eye contact with the squirming girl. "And clearly you haven't, not with those bags under your eyes." She hummed. "A shower and a make over will help with that."

"Lydia," Aria stopped fighting, fully deflating now, tears in her eyes. "I want to be left alone in my misery, please. You have no clue on how much I have gone through."

"That's because you haven't spoken to us since the day you've arrived. You know, if you tried to talk to us — as your friends, as your pack, we'd listen." Lydia is trying to be gentle and kind with her words, but she absolutely hates that her friend is allowing some guy who she only knew few a few months to ruin her like this.

"Lydia..." Aria's bottom lip started trembling. And as Malia felt the girls emotions skyrocket, she slowly allowed the girl to sit back down on her bed. "I have done so much... damage. I have... I-I have—" she cut herself off, beginning to silently cry. "All of this," she gestured to the room which looks like a tornado had gone through, "it isn't just over some guy." She knew that her friend was thinking it's only because of Dean dying, and not the fact that everything has piled up into one gigantic depression explosion. "It's everything that I have been through... everything I have loved and lost." She shook her head and wiped at her face to stop the tear flow.

"Aria," Kira smiled kindly as she sat beside the tiny Argent girl, reaching over to hold her hand. "It's okay to be sad and want to be alone for a little, but not forever. It's not healthy and you're just hurting yourself even more in the process. We are all worried about you."

She sniffed and shrugged. "No one should care about me. Everyone that does, ends up dead."

"Hey," Lydia said in a soft but firm voice, crouching down and taking the girls face in her hands. "You're Aria Argent. You have been through countless horrifying stuff, but have always come out on top. You're a badass and amazing and beatififul, and... you shouldn't let yourself waste away in here."

Malia nodded, but stayed standing, frowning down at the girl. Her and Aria are a lot alike, and maybe that's why Stiles fell for both of them.

Aria sniffed and laid her head on Kira's shoulder. "Guys... I don't know what to do."

Kira intertwined their hands together and gave it a squeeze. "We are here for you. No matter what."

WHILE ARIA STILL FEELS like absolute crap, at least she doesn't look like it anymore. She finally took a shower and ate something other than chips or Nutella, and dressed up. The girls had even taken her to get her hair cut; ever since it had grew back after the Gabriel reset everything, she had wanted it gone but never had the chance to do so 'cause everything was so chaotic all the time.

She now stood in her room, in front of her floor length mirror, eyeing herself.

She sighed and smoothed down a flannel she had taken from Dean's bag. She ran her hand through her shoulder length hair and tried to force a smile on her face, but her bottom lip began to tremble and she clutched the flannel.

She cried out and slid to the floor, feeling helpless and pathetic and.... lonely.