Teen wolf imagines

Tribute to Allison

A/n as you read in my last a/n I lost someone very close to me recently. Her name was Allison. So in tribute to her, and to the gorgeous character, portrayed by crystal reed, this imagine is dedicated to them both.

My legs can't stay still causing me to pace up and the down the apartment, up and down, up and down and up and down. My brain was no longer able to process anything other than she's gone, she's gone, she's gone. And my eyes, well they can't stop crying.

The sound of a pair of shoes echoing around the empty apartment caused me to stop in my pacing to see Lydia walking in the room with her head held high. She smiled at the tearful Stiles, the silent Issac and the empty Scott before her eyes resting on me. I couldn't help but wonder what she saw when she looked at me, did she think I was being strong, could she think that I am pathetic, or does she understand why I am incapable of stopping myself from crying. She walked over to me, simply letting her hand slip into mine giving me a gentle squeeze letting me know that she understands and that she feels exactly how I do. I gripped her hand tightly, knowing that she is my support as Chris entered the room the bags under his eyes clearly evident.

"Are we all ready?" His voice cracked as tears streamed into his eyes but we all nodded, gathering our things and following him out of the apartment.

The ride in the hearse was silent, no sound other than the occasional deep breath, before we all excited the car together. It seemed the whole school was inside, either sitting in a chair or pilled along the edges of the room. Together we walked in, before taking our place at the front and the man who never met Allison before gave his speech. For my liking his speech lasted far too long and far too short for when he was done it was time for myself and Lydia to go up.

We stood at the front, staring at the faces of possible a hundred people, before Lydia cleared her throat starting our eulogy.

"Allison was nothing but brave. She always stood up for herself and never backed down no matter the situation." Lydia's voice was strong but tears fell down her face as I started to speak.

"She cared so much for others welfare, that sometimes she cared too much but she never faltered in her beliefs." My voice cracked but I carried in knowing I had to finish.

"We won't stand here and tell you she was immortal,"

"And we won't tell you she was faultless,"

This time we spoke together, our voices ringing out capturing the attention of everyone in the room.

"She was who she wanted to be and that was a daughter," we both turned to look at Chris who was sobbing but his eyes focused on us. He managed a small smile telling us to go on.

"A sister," Lydia spoke this one, knowing that she wished she had told Allison that she loved her like her own sister.

"And a friend." My eyes locked with Stiles' and then issac's who both nodding approvingly at the both of us despite our tears. We stood down, walking back to our seats, Lydia next to Stiles, and myself next to Scott. Unconsciously Lydia tucked herself into stiles' shoulder crying and I smiled knowing that Allison would have loved to witness this moment. The ceremony ended, as Alison's coffin was taken behind a curtain but not before myself, Scott, Stiles, Issac, Lydia and Chris held up her bow and arrow placing it on the coffin. Her bow and arrow belonged only with her and it would seem wrong otherwise.

As we walked away, random people assuring us we would get some closure, we took a moment just standing there knowing that it was Allison that brought us together.