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𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━
the funeral. ╱ season two, episode one.

GINNY HUXLEY had grown accustomed to silence, she often preferred it to the voices that walked on eggshells around her. There was always blame that followed her, she could tell her family blamed her, but didn't outright say it. She knew they wouldn't. Her aunts didn't want to say anything, they couldn't, especially with the amount of weight of her mistake that rested on her shoulders. They didn't want to add any more heaviness to her, so they kept quiet and kept her accountable with her powers.

Their helicopter parenting regarding her powers exhausted her, she didn't want them to monitor her like that. Ginny understood why they were, she was scared of her powers most times, they were out of control. She struggled significantly with taming her growing powers every day, and her aunts tried to rein them in. But she hated how it made her feel like a child, where she needed someone to hold her hand every step of the way.

It felt suffocating having to constantly have her family watch over her. But she understood why. They were scared she was gonna mess up again, and they'd have to leave yet again. It just always felt like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop, which made her heart ache. It felt like they had no faith in her as if they thought she was just another wolf dressed in sheep's clothing.

They made her feel like a monster as if she was about to destroy the whole town. Ginny knew she wouldn't, but she knew she could. That's what scared her. Anything she touched could crumble to the ground if she wanted it to, but she never let it. She wanted to be the kind of witch she knew her mother wanted her to be.

While Ginny was young when her mother died, she knew her mother was kind, she knew what kind of person she would want Ginny to be. The brunette girl wanted to appease her mother and make her proud. But right now, Ginny knew she was doing the opposite. Times like these make her ache for her mother's presence. Ginny spent her time just wishing the woman would show up and whisk the young witch into her arms, telling her that everything would be alright. But that never happened, cause she was buried away in the cemetery at the edge of town and Ginny was a just killer, she didn't deserve the comfort she yearned for.

There was a relief that spread through her chest the moment she walked out of the high school. After that brutal interaction with Mr. Harris, Ginny wasn't really into the attention anymore, so she practically booked it out of the front doors. She was worried she would have to wait for Marcus, but luckily he was leaning against her car waiting, with a look of annoyance on his features.

Ginny offered him a small greeting, which he ignored as he slid into the car the moment he heard the locks click. The girl couldn't help the soft sigh that escaped her as Marcus shut his door. There was a scream that rested in the back of her throat at his behavior, but she just swallowed it with a deep breath and she got into her car herself.

The small thought of visiting her parents earlier this morning became full full-fledged plan as she dropped off Marcus and her car at the house, with the intent to do it by herself. She knew he would rather be anywhere else than with her, so she didn't even offer to invite him.

She briefly told him her plans so he could pass them along to her aunts, the boy shrugged and agreed to tell them. When they arrived at the house, Ginny sent him a soft goodbye, but that quickly received a door in her face following the silence after her words. Moments like those hurt, but she deserves it. Every interaction with Marcus kept getting worse and worse, but she swallowed how much it hurt, and focused on something else.

There was a bit of anxiety that prickled in the back of her mind, so she decided to walk to the cemetery knowing it was only a ten-minute walk from her house. She enjoyed walking, it gave her a moment to be in nature, to forget about the people back at her home, to forget about what she's done to them. This would be the first time in ten years that she would be back at her parent's graves and that's the only thing she could focus on at the moment. Even looking back, their funeral was a little bit of a blur, she wasn't there for long before the cameras and news vans had shown up with the intent to get shots of the poor six-year-old that just lost her parents.

With her bag pushed higher up her shoulder and a bouquet in her hands, the girl made her way into the cemetery parking lot. When she glanced around, her stomach dropped violently at the sight of cameras and news vans on the other side of the cemetery. It brought her instantly back to her parent's funeral, the memory of anxiety and fear as people called her name. She noticed a girl around her age walking very closely with her family, the flicker and shutter of the cameras only made the girl fall further into her father's side.

Ginny felt sympathetic, the girl reminding her of herself in a way. Maybe that was the funeral for the woman who killed a bunch of people a few weeks ago. Ginny vaguely remembers her Aunt Josephine talking about it when she was learning about Beacon Hills during her transferring process to the Beacon Hills Police Force.

The girl knew that she wouldn't be a bother to that fiasco a few good yards from her. She felt like she was in a trance as she walked through the cemetery, her body was on autopilot as she brought herself to stand in front of her parent's graves. Their names stared back at her.

Millicent Huxley and Jacob Henry.

Their names almost felt fictitious, almost like they didn't exist. In a way that was true, they no longer existed and it was to the point where the thought of them almost felt foreign to Ginny. The bouquet of lilies felt heavy in Ginny's hands as if they were covered in the loss she was feeling.

She wished they were still here, she wished that someone didn't take them away from her. The thought of the mystery person that ruined her life, made her blood boil. Ginny couldn't help but think that she might find the person while she was here in Beacon Hills, and make them pay for what they had done to her and her family. But a large part of her quashes those thoughts. She couldn't make them pay because she would hurt someone and she didn't want to do it, no matter how much they deserved it.

Ginny took a deep breath, trying to shake the hatred that began piling up in her chest. She separated the bouquet in half, putting an equal amount of the lilies on each of their graves. As she sat down, the grass prickled against her bare legs. She wanted to say something, to tell them that she was finally here and how much she missed them. But she couldn't do it. She didn't want to admit that she was guilty of finally visiting them after all these years.

So instead, she dug through her bag and got her to-go-to spell book and a few things she would need for her spell. She knew it was risky to do anything with people on the other side of the cemetery, but she knew the spell would do nothing to alert suspicion. She simply looked like a grieving girl, praying from their view. They couldn't see her book or the ingredients that were laid out in front of her.

She wanted to make herself feel better, and she knew it would help if she did a spell that she had been doing for years. Even as a child Ginny was desperate to show her parents that she still thinks of them. So when she began learning spells, she asked her Aunt Annabelle to teach her one to send comfort to someone who passed. And every year since she's learned that spell, she's done it on the anniversary of their death, but this year, she was doing it early. Solely for the fact that she thought it might make her feel better. In the past, it's made her feel closer to them and it would take some of the weight off her chest. And right now, she would do anything to make herself feel a little bit better.

As Ginny performed her spell, she was so focused on her tasks that she didn't feel eyes on her. Unbeknownst to her, three pairs of eyes had been glued to her the moment she entered the cemetery. Two certain pairs were staring at her in confusion, remembering her as the snarky girl that they ran into this morning. They were lost in the thought of her being here, sitting in front of a pair of graves with a look of sadness on her features. They thought she was new to town and with that thought, who the hell was she visiting?

The other pair of eyes were staring at her through the lens of a camera. The boy brought his camera down, he had an inquisitive grin on his face as he stared at the pictures that he had taken of the girl from the moment she began walking through the cemetery.

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THE SUN HAD begun setting almost an hour ago, leaving Ginny to walk through the woods in the pitch-black darkness. Her phone lit up the trail she found as she searched through the hiking trail map that she found at the store where she got her flowers in the late afternoon. While many would panic at the thought of being alone in the woods during the night, Ginny didn't falter. She liked the quietness and the sound of nature moving and living around her.

She could see the moonlight seeping through the trees, illuminating the world around her. Ginny liked the moon, she liked how it felt as it washed over her skin. It made her feel almost at home. As Ginny walked, she soaked in the nature around her, finding comfort in the peepers that chirped in the distance. She knew she adventures a little further than she should've, cause as the night crept up, Aunt Annabelle was texting her incessantly, inquiring about her whereabouts and demanding that she made her way home.

After she left the cemetery a few hours ago, Ginny found herself exploring the paths and hiking trails that Beacon Hills had to offer. It was nice to get a breath of fresh air, it helped her get ideas where she could get away. When she moved into her Aunt's house, in the woods behind their house was a secluded area where she was able to escape when she needed a break from everything. Knowing her life now, she definitely would need to find a getaway here.

A sudden snap of a branch in the distance made her freeze. Ginny twisted in the direction of the sound, her heart slightly picking up at the noise. She tried to tell herself that it was probably just a small animal, but that thought was quickly squashed when she heard it again. This time, the noise was heavier, which easily could be deciphered as something much bigger.

Part of Ginny wanted to call out, but she decided against it knowing how dumb that could be. She refused to push the horror movie narrative, it was just some animal. It had to be. She spun around when she heard the rustle in the other direction. Her heart practically jumped out of her chest as she let out a soft scream. The stranger shook as Ginny's scream echoed into the quiet night.

"Holy shit." Ginny yelled, her hand jerking up to clutch her chest in shock. Lost, glazed-over brown eyes stared back at her with a blank expression. Ginny's eyes widened the moment she realized the girl was fully nude. She didn't hesitate to look away as she dropped her bag to take off her jacket. "Are you okay?"

The redhead blinked rapidly, eyes boring into Ginny's as she shakily took the jacket. Ginny looked around trying to find how this girl just appeared completely nude and looking lost. Ginny thought maybe she had been kidnapped. She needed to call the police.

"What's your name?" Ginny questioned softly, watching the girl stare at her, still in some kind of haze. Silence quickly followed her question, and Ginny let out a sigh, the pit in her stomach getting worse the more she was around this strange girl. But she knew she couldn't leave her alone, god forbid someone else comes across her. Ginny knew she needed to get to some type of road so she could make a clear call to the police. She quickly scooped up her bag from the forest floor and placed a guiding hand on the girl's shoulder. "Come on, we need to get to a main road so I can get you some help, okay?"

The girl wordlessly followed along, not bothering to move Ginny's hand from her shoulder. They moved in a quiet silence and Ginny held up a light to follow the trail that she hoped would lead to some type of road. Her heart was pounding roughly at this point but she pushed on and continued trudging through the forest.

She didn't try to talk to the girl, knowing that she would only get silence in response. She looks like she's in some type of shock, with her eyes wide and sunken in, Ginny was scared to look at her at some points. Just by looking at her, Ginny could tell she'd been out her for a day or two, the branches intertwined in her hair made it obvious.

Ginny felt a breath of relief flood her body as she saw the familiar blue and red flashing lights in the distance. "Help is just up that hill,"

The girl loosely nodded, following Ginny as the short brunette grabbed her hand and began pulling them up the small hill that hid the view of the road and police a few yards away. Ginny couldn't help but squint at the sudden rapid flashing of the police lights. While there was relief flooding her bones, the girl's face depleted when her eyes glanced towards the scene in front of them.

Blood. There was so much blood. An ambulance was ripped open, the body practically ripped apart on the gurney that still rested in the vehicle. As they made their way through the woods and onto the road, she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her mouth at the sight. Police officers littered the place blocking off areas for evidence all the while there was so much horror around them. Her loud gasp caught the attention of the officers nearest to the two teens.

"Lydia?" A familiar voice echoed into the air, and Ginny's eyes immediately snapped to the source of the voice. Her face fell into a confused state as the boy with a buzzcut immediately met her stare. Why was he always there?

Police officers rushed up to the two girls, wrapping the barely dressed girl into a blanket. Their eyes stared at Ginny in an accusatory glance. The short brunette took a few steps back at their intimidating stares, worried that they were thinking that she had something to do with it. The girl went to open her mouth, to explain why she was there. But someone called her name.

"Ginny?"

Relief flooded her bones at the familiar voice of her Aunt Josephine. The woman who suddenly adorned a Beacon Hills police uniform, looked confused at the sight of Ginny standing next to some strange girl. Ginny pushed past the officers, rushing towards the older woman. Josephine immediately wrapped her arms tightly around Ginny, making the girl almost cry at the loss of weight that rested on her shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Josephine questioned as soon as she pulled away from the hug.

Ginny shrugged, "I don't know, I was just walking home and she just came out of nowhere."

Her Aunt sighed, resting a reassuring hand on the back of Ginny's head. "I'm gonna call Annabelle, she's probably worried sick."

"I'm sorry," The girl apologized, guilt blooming in her chest, knowing she was actively stressing out and inconveniencing her aunts.

Josephine sent her a soft glance, seeing the embarrassment blooming on her features. "Gin-"

"Excuse me," The short brunette turned to see another police officer standing in front of her and her Aunt. "Josephine, would you mind if I asked a couple questions with...what was it again?"

"It's Ginny," The girl replied, her voice portraying a type of confidence she most definitely was not feeling. She tried to ignore the cold air as it nipped at her bare shoulders as her jacket was given to that Lydia girl, but the longer she was out here, the coldness began to seep into her bones.

"Do you mind?" The man questioned his eyes wavering between Ginny and her aunt.

"Not at all," Josephine replied, giving Ginny a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "I'm going to call your Aunt, I'll be right over there."

Ginny nodded in response, watching her aunt walk away briefly before turning her attention to the police officer in front of her. He quickly stuck out his hand for her to shake, "I'm Sherrif Stilinski,"

The girl instantly grabbed his hand, giving him a small smile, "Nice to meet you."

She scanned him as he pulled out a small notepad and pen, "Can I ask how you found Ms. Martin?"

"I was walking home and I heard a noise and I turned and she was right there. I have no clue where she came from but she just showed up."

The man wrote what she said down on his notepad, nodding along with her words. "Did she say anything to you?"

Ginny instantly shook her head, crossing her arms with a shiver running down her spine. "No, I tried to ask her if she was okay and what her name was, but she never answered me."

"Why were you in the woods this late? Where were you coming from?" Sheriff Stilinski questioned, politely waiting for her response.

"I originally came from the cemetery, I was visiting my parents, putting flowers on their graves..." Ginny trailed off, her words almost failing towards the end of her sentence. "I found this trail pamphlet in the store when I was buying the flowers and decided to go explore a little."

As he took in her words, he observed her as she pulled out the pamphlet she was talking about, quickly handing it to him. The man took it and stared at it for a moment before he began writing in his notepad again. But then he paused his writing to look up at her. "That's where I remember you from. What did you say your last name was again?"

"I didn't, but it's Huxley."

"Huxley..." The Sheriff repeated as if it was familiar. Her heart pounded, knowing that it wouldn't take him long to connect the dots. His face practically lit up with realization as he remembered who she was. "Your parents were Millicent Huxley and Jacob Henry."

Ginny's closed her eyes and she took a small breath. Her heart pulsed roughly at the thought of talking about them with some police officer. "Yeah. If you don't mind, I really don't want to talk about that. It's still really hard to talk about."

The man nodded sympathetically, flipping his notepad shut and shocking it in his pocket. "Of course, I understand. I'll talk to your Aunt, but we're gonna have to bring you to the station so we can get a full statement, if that's alright?"

Ginny agreed immediately, knowing that she really didn't have a choice in the matter. She watched Sheriff Stilinski make his way toward her aunt with a purpose, the woman quickly bid Aunt Annabelle goodbye before she began a conversation with Sheriff Stilinksi.

"Did you really randomly come across Lydia?"

Ginny jumped at the sudden voice, spinning around she was met with the boy she ran into this morning. She sent him a shrug, a little annoyed by his sudden entrance. Why is he always showing up in the same places she's in? "Why would I lie? Why are you even here?"

The boy opened and closed his mouth in shock at her question. This was the first time the girl had really looked at him. From his awkward features to his hoodie and jeans, Ginny never gave him a full glance over the other times he was in her vicinity. She hated that she found him kinda cute, she should not find him anything after his constant interruptions or invasion of privacy. "I don't need to tell you anything."

Ginny couldn't help but let out a laugh at his words, finding them very contradicting, "Then why should I tell you my business?"

The boy sent her a look of annoyance at her rhetorical question, but before he could answer the sheriff was making his way towards them. "Stiles,"

The older man reprimanded, soon dragging the boy off to the side to talk to him. Ginny's face fell a little at the memory of the little boy who used to annoy and scare her when she was a kid. He went by something like that. He was that kid. That realization made her stomach drop. Not only did he annoy her to no end as a kid, but with the way he kept giving her side glances as he talked to the Sheriff, she knew he was going to proceed with that behavior now. Ginny quickly realized that wouldn't be the only conversation she would have with Stiles. She just didn't know if that was going to complicate her life even more or not. But deep down she knew it would be the latter.

authors note.

Heyyoooo guess who is updating again 😫😫😫

We a slight STINNY INTERACTION EVERYONE SAY YAYYYY they'll be more especially since she found Lydia

We also got a slight introduction to someone being weird with ginny...I wonder who it is 🤔🤔🤔 (jk it's obviously Matt) lol

Next chapter definitely will be stiles investigating her especially since he was eavesdropping and found out who her family is (their murder kinda haunts beacon hills tbh) so stiles is def curious as to why Ginny's been gone that long and why she's coming back

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