Dear Allison. ~ Allydia

003 - The Funeral pt 2.

When she opened her eyes again, she still saw the girl. Her best friend was still there, Allison was still standing there. In all panick she looked around, everyone was looking at her. She wanted to run away, she wanted to scream. She stumbled away from the stand but her legs felt like they were rubber. Hands grabbed her arms tight and kept her from falling down. She looked up and saw Stiles and Scott looking at her with a worried look.

'Allison..'

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Lydia closed her eyes for a bit while her friends lead her away from the stand. She let out a soft whine as she opened her eyes again and Allison was gone. She had no idea what was going on and why she had just seen her best friend standing in the passage between the rows of chairs. Her dead best friend was standing there, looking at her and dissapeared again. Lydia grabbed Stiles' arm and he looked at her with a worried look on his face as Scott and him lead her past the people that were now staring at her. She was certain that her best friend was she was standing right there. The urge to scream started to grow as her frustration of not being able to understand what just happened was growing.

'Lydia, what's going on?' she heard Scott's voice asking her.

She looked around for a last time, just checking if Allison really was gone. Then she turned towards her best friends as she sat down on a wooden bench. Scott took place right next to her as Stiles was standing in front of her, still with that frown and the worried look on his face. She looked Scott in the eyes and there were tears still running down his cheek. She couldn't tell him that she saw Allison. She couldn't tell him that she saw the girl that he loved with all of his heart. First of all, she would probably make him even more upset than he already was. Secondly, it was insane. Allison was dead, they all saw her die in Scott's arms. They all saw her letting out her last breath and her hand falling down to the ground as every last bit of strength left her body. It couldn't have been a ghost, ghosts don't exist. It would probably have been Lydia's imagination playing games on her. She was probably just hallucinating or just seeing the face of the person she'd wanted to see more than any other face that was in that crowd. She softly shook her head. It was nothing.

'I just miss her, Scott. That's all,' she whispered as she took both his hands in hers. 'I miss her.'

She quickly glanced up towards Stiles who narrowed his eyes. He looked at her like he could see right trough her. In some way he always sees more than she thinks she's showing, like he knows her better than she actually knows herself. He looked at her like he could see that she was hiding something, but she shook that thought off her shoulders.

'I'm sorry that I made such a big scene out there, I really didn't want to do that.'

'It's okay. We all miss her and we all deal with it differently,' Stiles said this time and she looked up at him. 'Do you still want to go back or should we just wait until they're done and go together to put the roses on her coffin?'

'Do you guys mind waiting? I really don't want them staring at me again, thinking I'm a dramaqueen.'

'No, we will just wait here with you,' Scott answered and he smiled at her. 'We're not leaving you, we have to stick together right? Allison would kill us if we'd left you out here alone.'

The three of them laughed. They all knew it was true what Scott said. They had to stick together, especially now that they needed each other the most. They all had proven Lydia that they cared about her as much as she cared about them. Even when she told them to not come looking for her, they did. They did come looking for her, because she was in trouble and they wanted to save her. They were there for her when no one else was there, not even her parents. She looked at Scott and then at Stiles. They were the people that Lydia cared for the most. The people she'd never leave behind. She knew she could tell them everything and they would never laugh at her, but she knew that what had just happened, was something she had to figure out on her own before she would tell anyone else.