Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Nope. I'm as gay as Kurt Hummel from Glee."

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Two days, it's been two days since the time in the hospital.

Stiles is still missing.

Isaac is in the hospital recovering from burn marks because a wire had been cut open and it fell into water, killing an ambulance driver and rendering Isaac into a coma.

Charlotte hasn't left the loft- well, her room- in almost thirty hours.

Every time Derek and/or Peter have tried to talk to her and hug her, she instantly flinches away from them, making the two Hale men frown.

Her light ability has gotten way worse then usual, always sparking at the worst times, always hurting her or Derek or Peter.

So, she's done the next best thing she can think of, she's made a vow to not make physical contact with anybody anymore unless she's hugging or slapping Stiles for going missing.

Looks like we're back to square one.

She knows that Stiles is still around, she knows that as soon as she sees her anchor, she'll immediately calm down and she'll immediately feel safe again.

But as of right now, the crying Lynx is huddled into the far corner of her room, hidden away from her family, friends and the outside world in general.

Her head rests on her knees that have been pulled up into her chest, her eyes squeezed shut as her shoulders shake frantically, her hand quickly covering her mouth to make her sobs silent.

She lets out a small, quiet scream when sparks of light flicker out of her hand again, making the Lynx subconsciously crawl back even more into the wall, the friction causing the skin on Charlotte's back to tear a little.

The Lynx quickly moves away from the wall too, shakily standing up and moving to the middle of her room, keeping her hands in front of her.

Charlotte's eyes shine with fear, jumping when more lights flicker out of her hands and wrists, making her squeeze her eyes shut.

She focuses her mind on her ability, trying to regain a little bit more control before she fully loses control again.

Her hands start to shake, the flicker of lights not stopping at all, her mind staying distracted at the thoughts of Stiles, what happened in the MRI room and when she found Isaac outside the hospital, not breathing with a panicked Scott trying to desperately wake him up.

"Please stop. Please just stop." Charlotte sobs to herself, feeing her body start to grow warmer and warmer with each passing second.

The Lynx quickly grabs onto the headboard of her bed when she feels herself about to trip over, the fear in her chest greatly increasing as more sparks of light flicker out of her hands.

This is the first time she's felt a complete overwhelming emotion since Peter was the alpha, and knowing that she hasn't gone through this in a good few years, she doesn't know how to handle it anymore.

And suddenly, for the first time since before the fire, she finds herself desperately looking around for her meds.

"Fuck!" The Lynx curses loudly, loud enough for Derek and Peter to send each other a worried look from downstairs.

"Fucking- fuck you!" Charlotte yells angrily, flipping off the glass of water that her pills are currently sitting in.

The Lynx had forgotten that she had once again drowned her pills on a glass of water a few hours ago, an action that she obviously deeply regrets now.