WARNING: I wrote this story ages ago, so beware of any and all spelling/grammar issues. Also, due to the fact that I wrote this so long ago and am just now republishing, I will only be posting the chapters that I had written before I had taken it down. This means this story is discontinued, but I wanted you guys to see what all there was before I stopped writing it. 

Maybe someday I'll get to finish this story, but we might never know. Feel free to make up your own ending and whatnot, I totally understand. Ask questions at the end too if you'd like to know what I had in store for the end originally.

Alright well, enjoy!

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It's all your fault.

You should still be dead.

You killed Stiles.

That's all that kept playing over and over in my mind as I sat in the car, drowning out the sound of the radio. It played like a broken record; never wanting to stop reminding me of what I had done. Ever since I woke up, all I could think about was how I had hurt everyone I loved. I hurt Scott, I hurt Kira, and I hurt Stiles. Everything that happened felt like a dream, but I could still remember how I had felt when I had watched Stiles die right in Scott's arms. I could remember how I had felt when I had come after Kira and Lydia, feeling something like pride. I was disgusted with myself now, even if it wasn't really the real me. I shouldn't have ever let the nogitsune in; maybe things would have turned out different if I hadn't of.

And now Stiles was dead.

Stiles and that man we killed was dead.

That's when it hit me again, that Stiles and I had killed a man in his bedroom. Not only had we done that, but we also did other things that made me feel even more disgusted with myself. I couldn't believe it...

"...Sarah!" I hear my mother scream, causing me to look over at her. She stares at me with wide eyes before I follow her gaze, looking down and seeing that my hand was burning a bright red. I calm myself for a moment before it turns back to it's normal shade, clenching my fist tight.

"Why," I mutter under my breath, my mother still staring at me as she speeds off down the road. "Why bring me back? I deserve to be dead!"

"No you don't Sarah!" she yells back at me, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. "No one deserved to die."

"Except me!" I screamed, feeling guiltier than ever. "I deserve to be dead!"

My mother shakes her head, her heart pounding in her chest. "Be glad that you are alive; that I brought you back. It wasn't like it was an easy task-"

"If you want me to be thankful, then tell me how in the hell you are alive?" I say, shaking my head as I stared at her. For some reason, I didn't trust her.

She takes a deep breath as she bites her tongue. "That can wait-"

"No it can't!" I yell, already tired of everything happening. "As far as I'm concerned, you've been dead for seven years! You came back from the dead; that's not something that can wait-"

"Be patient," she says, turning and facing the road.

I shake my head as I bite my lower lip. "Does Stephen-"

"No," she says too quickly, not allowing me to finish my sentence. "He doesn't know I'm alive."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Why not?"

"Think about that Sarah," she says, shaking her head slightly. "He doesn't know about the supernatural; he'll just think that I left you two like your father had."

I clench my fist even tighter at the sound of his name. "But he deserves to know-"

"In time," she says softly.

I scoff. "You sure like to put things off..."

My mind drifts for a moment after our little fight, but it soon is plummeted back into the abyss that was my own grief and despair. I stared ahead at the road as the lights from the passing cars seemed to mesmerize me, causing flashes of Stiles dying to run through my head. I remembered it all too clearly; even if it did feel like it was only a dream.

"It's not your fault Sarah. Don't blame yourself," he had said, but it was all of my fault. If I wouldn't have let the nogitsune possess me, then I wouldn't have been the one to kill Stiles. I wouldn't have been the one who almost killed everyone.

"How long has it been," I say, almost whispering. "How long have I been dead?"

"A little over a week now," she says, still staring ahead.

A single tear falls down my cheek. "H-how is Stephen-"

"He's grieving," she says slowly, nodding her head. "He's grieving like everyone else is. He just needs some time..."

"But I'm alive now," I say, turning and facing my mother once again. "I can go-"

"No you can't," she says. "Just like me, you can't come rising back from the grave. He saw your dead body, Sarah. How would you be able to explain something like that?"

I shake my head. "That doesn't matter. All that matters is that I can help him."

My mother is silent for a moment as she thinks, shaking her head. I could tell that she wasn't going to take me to my brother, which made me furious. She may be my mother, but I've lived without her for seven years, so she's no longer the boss over me. I learned how to make my own rules.

"Where are we going?" I ask, staring out the window as trees flew by.

"To the hospital," she says, causing me to look over at her. "I have something I need to take care of."

"And what is that?" I snap.

She sighs. "You really don't trust me, do you?"

I grit my teeth. "Trust is hard to earn these days, especially when you don't know the whole story."

"You will soon, I promise," she says before she takes a turn, pulling into the hospital parking lot. She parks the car before turning to me, staring me in the eyes. "Stay in here, I mean it."

I narrow my eyes. "Whatever you say, mother."

She senses my sarcasm, but she just ignores it. I watch her closely as she gets out of the car and runs inside of the hospital, disappearing behind the sliding glass doors. A part of me wanted to get out and run; run far away from here. Another part of me wanted to just go step out onto the highway, that way I might actually stay dead the second time. But before I could do either of these things, the memories were playing over in my head once again.

My vision became blurry as I saw Stiles jumping in front of Scott again, the sword going through him. I tried to push the image out of my mind, but it stuck like it was glue. For a brief moment, I felt that pride I had felt when it had happened, but I pushed it away. I clenched my fists as I remembered everything once again, breaking me more and more with every thought.

I had killed Stiles.

It wouldn't settle in with me. I couldn't digest the fact that I had killed the one boy I loved; the one boy who I swore to protect, but I had failed him. I tried protecting him from his own death, but I was the one who brought him to it. So why am I the one breathing again? Stiles should be alive, not me. I didn't deserve a second chance.

An itchy burning feeling runs through me, clawing at my skin. I stared at my arms as they burned with this feeling, but it was something I have never felt before. It was like it was trying to tell me something, but I had no clue what. Maybe it was trying to draw me near something.

I stare at my arms for a moment before I slowly look up, looking out towards the doors of the hospital. As I did so, my heart dropped in my stomach; I even thought I might have been hallucinating. But it all seemed too real.

It was Stiles.

I watch with an open mouth as he walks out of the hospital, Melissa at his side. He was wearing a gown as Melissa covered him with a coat, trying to protect him from the rain. I was frozen in my seat as I watched them walk along, most likely heading towards a car out in the parking lot.

I finally pulled myself together as I jumped out of the car, the rain hitting me hard, but I didn't care. My hair starts to become drenched as I take off towards Stiles and Melissa, water filling my shoes. Everything seemed to be slowing down the closer I got to Stiles, probably because the closer I got, the more real it seemed.

Stiles barely gets the chance to look at me before I'm leaping into his arms, pulling him in as close as I possibly could. The rain started to cloud my vision, along with the tears I was crying. He was warm, indicating that he in fact was back and alive as well. I didn't care about the how's and why's at the moment; all I cared about was that he was back.

A few sobs escape my mouth as Stiles pulls me in, his face burying into my neck. I didn't want to let him go; I never wanted to let him go ever again. I was the one who had killed him and now he was back again. You couldn't even comprehend the grief and happiness I had felt in this moment.

"Sarah," Stiles whispers in my ear as my skin feels as if it's on fire.

I pull away from him finally as I stare into his eyes, seeing the life behind them. "I-I'm so sorry, Stiles. I'm sorry-"

"I don't want an apology," he says, a small grin forming on his face. "It wasn't your fault; I know that."

I shake my head as more tears fall from my eyes. "How are you alive?"

He shakes his head. "I'm not sure, but I'm glad I am, because I've been dying to do this."

I furrow my eyebrows before he presses his lips to mine, pulling me into a kiss. Something felt amazing when he did it; and no, I don't just mean the fact that the boy I liked was kissing me. It felt like it was meant to be; like we were the only ones here in this moment. Like the world had stopped spinning.

Like we were connected.

"Excuse me?" I hear Melissa say. "As cute as this is, I'd like to get out of this rain so we can get some answers please."

Stiles pulls away from me then, a half grin on his face. "Then let's go."

I smile for a moment as I stare at him back, watching as he took my hand. He starts to walk off after Melissa as I stare at the hospital for a moment, wondering whether or not if I should leave my mother. I wanted to get answers out of her, but I knew that this was the last I'd see of her. I knew she'd be back around again; whether I liked it or not.

So, I decided to go with Stiles.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we head towards a car.

Stiles sighs. "Time for a reunion."

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Oh my God this was so cheesy. I debated whether or not to even add it in there, but eh, why not? I just hope you all like cheesy moments...

So, what do you guys think of Sarah's mom? Is she trustworthy or should she be kicked to the curb? What do you think the rest of the gang will think when they see that they're alive? Let's just hope there's no mangling or murdering.

This is really short I know, but I'm terrible with dialogue and I wanted to get something out for you guys, so I hope it didn't suck too bad.