See you again - Stydia

Aren't You?

"Stiles.." Lydia muttered. "What are you doing?" She walked out of her bedroom and was rubbing her tired eyes.
"Go Lydia. Just go." Stiles was unlocking the front door.
"Where are you going?" She started to walk over to him.
"Lydia!" He snapped and was already halfway out the door. "Just stay here!"
Lydia was very well aware of what was happening now. "Are you going to her house." She asked, not even a question, she knew where he was going.
"I'm not gonna tell you again."
She followed him into the driveway. "Stiles! Just stop!" She gripped her hair.
He didn't speak, he just opened the door to his jeep and climbed in. The car light on the inside turned on and she could see who was sitting in the passengers seat.
Lydia felt a tear run down her cheek. "Malia."
Stiles pulled out of the driveway, leaving Lydia standing alone.
"Stiles!"

Lydia gasped for air. "Stiles! Wait!" She screamed. Louder than she ever have.
Stiles came bursting through her bedroom door.
"What?!" He hollered. "Whats wrong!"
Lydia was still sleeping. She got up off the bed and walked sluggish over to him and gripped him tight by the shoulders, almost positive they were going to leave a mark.
"Why are you leaving." She whispered.
"Lydia, what the hell are you talking about!" He shook her trying to snap her out of it.
Lydia's eyes were solid black, and she was cold as ice.
"Lydia..." He continued. "What is wrong." He asked calm.
"You're going to leave me, aren't you?" She growled. "You're going to go with her."
"Who?"
"Malia." She snarled fighting her way from his grip.
"Why the hell would I go with Malia." Stiles stammered.
Suddenly Lydia stumbled to the ground. Totally unconscious.
"Lyds.." He tried to get her back, but she wasn't responding.
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Lydia woke up several hours later to beeping and muttering outside the door.
Her eyes fluttered open. The room was bright and white.
A TV was mounted on the wall and had on some weird QVC channel showing ugly old lady clothes, Lydia ignored it.
Over in the corner there was a white leather chair, with a familiar coat draped across the back. On the opposite side of the room there was a door, with a glass window.
That's when she knew where she was.
A hospital.
Lydia tried to sit up, but there was something holding her back. An IV. Of course.
The door creaked open and Lydia tried to act as natural as possible. 
"Lydia?" The voice said. "You awake?"
She smiled. "Why am I in a hospital Stiles?"
"I panicked." A smiled pulled at the corners of his mouth.
"What happened?"
"Uh." He sat in the white leather chair and Lydia focused her attention over to him. "You were dreaming? I guess, but then when I tried to wake you, you didn't respond, like I said, I panicked."
"Great, and what was I dreaming about?"
He didn't answer.
"Stiles!"
He positioned himself in the chair, kinda like how you do when you have bad news.
"Uh. Malia."
Lydia froze, remembering everything, the dream, when she told Stiles 'you're going to leave me, aren't you' all of it. She took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry.." She looked away.
He got up and rustled over to her. "Hey no it's okay, it was just a dream." He put his hand on her forehead.
"Was it?" Lydia exclaimed.
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1. im AM VERY SORRY.
2. did i scare ya??????????? ehehheheheh
3. uh, im sorry in advance for what is going to happen, hence the title of this book, BUT IDK MAYBE ILL CHANGE MY MIND, BUT THATS HIGHLY UNLIKELY YA NEVA KNOW.
4. VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE!!!!!!
XOXOX -CAT aka queen of cliff hangers