Dear Allison. ~ Allydia

005 - Bow and Arrow

Lydia was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the last couple of days. Allison's death, Allison's funeral, her friends being in pain and grief. She wished she could help them, she wished she could say something to them that would make them feel a bit better, but she couldn't. She felt helpless. She felt useless. Like she couldn't do anything besides laying on her bed and writing her letters to her dead best friend. She knew she had to get up again, go to school, talk to her friends, have fun. But she couldn't. Everything felt different, everything felt empty since Allison was gone. She was alone again, like she had been before Allison came to Beacon Hills.

'Of course you're not alone,' Lydia said to herself. 'You have Scott and Stiles.'

She sighed and put her hands over her eyes. Scott and Stiles. She hadn't talked to them. After the funeral and after she had made a fool out of herself, she was ashamed. Ashamed that they might think she was overreacting or acting weird. She sighed and let her arms fall beside her on the bed.

'Hey Lydia,' she heard a low-male voice call out her name.

She quickly turned to her door and got up. She saw mister Argent standing in her doorway, Allison's dad.

'Oh hi, mister Argent,' she softly said and tried to force a smile on her face.

She had a tough time getting over the loss of her best friend, but she couldn't imagine what it would be like for mister Argent. He lost his wife and now his daughter.

'How are you doing?' he asked her and she shrugged, trying to hold back her tears.

'How are you, mister Argent?'

'Just call me Chris, Lydia. I'm okay,' he answered her and she nodded. 'I wanted to give you something.'

She looked at what he was holding. She saw Allison's bow and her arrows. Not knowing why he would give it to her, she carefully took the bow from his hands.

'Her bow and arrows?' she asked and felt the cold of the metal in her hands.

'Yes, Allison would have wanted you to have it. She always talked about how she wanted to teach you to use a bow and arrow,' he explained to her as they both sat down on Lydia's bed. 'She never really got the chance to do so. I still wanted you to have these.'

He carefully laid the quiver with the arrows on Lydia's bed. She held her breath for a while. Lydia had been reading a lot about using a bow and arrow when she was helping Allison practice but she had no idea how to use it.

'I also have this,' Chris gave Lydia a plastic bag.

She opened it and took out what was inside. She immediately recognised it as Allison green jacket that she always wore while practicing or going on adventures with the pack. It was her favorite jacket.

'Are you sure?' she asked Chris while she laid down the jacket in her lap.

'I'm very sure Lydia, I want you to have it, okay?'

Lydia nodded and he smiled at her. 'I have to go now, just call me when you need help, you have questions or you just need someone to listen to whatever is on your heart, okay?'

Lydia nodded again and she watched Chris leave her room. She carefully picked up Allison's jacket again, she was scared it would break or just dissapear if she wouldn't be careful. She put it on and took a deep breath, the smell of Allison entering her nose. The jacket still smelled like her, vanilla. A smile crept on Lydia's face. She put on a pair of sneakers and grabbed the cold metal of the bow while she swinged the quiver over her shoulder. She quickly ran down the stairs to the frontdoor.

'Mom, I'll be back soon!' she yelled while she ran out the door, on her way to the woods.