The Art of Getting Better | A Stydia AU (completed)

chapter 7

Lydia got help. She felt like she was suppose to be getting better, but getting help only made her feel worse. She felt like a freak. She was a girl who was a mix of bipolar and severe anxiety, which only made her feel worse about herself. She often found herself wondering why people even try to help her or why Stiles still stuck by her.

Lydia moved out of her house. She was eighteen, so her mom could do nothing about it. When Stiles brought Lydia to his father for help, Sheriff Stilinski was kind and welcoming to her. He allowed Lydia to stay in the guest bedroom and knew where to go to help her. 

Another day passed with Lydia laying in bed waiting for Stiles to come back from school so he could drop her off at a therapist session. Lydia couldn't go to school, but that never bothered her. She was glad that she wasn't able to go to school. Stiles wasn't happy that he had to go to school though, he wanted to stay home and take care of Lydia but that wasn't possible.

When Lydia heard Stiles walking up the stairs, she managed to drag herself out of bed and put her hair into a messy side braid. She remained in the same black jeans and gray shirt she fell asleep in last night but put perfume on and a freshly-washed white sweatshirt so she would look somewhat decent. Stiles knocked on Lydia's door. Lydia opened the door and he smiled.

"You ready to leave?"

"Yep."

"And you took your medicine?"

"If I didn't then I would probably be crying right now." Lydia replied as she got into his car. She was put on medication to help her try to stay stable and decrease the rapid changing of her mood. Sometimes she got annoyed that Stiles would always make sure she took her medicine or tried to look after her so he knew that she would be okay, but Lydia supposed that she understood. He once had to take medication too, and he seemed to be a stable person now. Stiles wasn't as torn up with Scott's death as he use to be.

"Are you feeling okay?" Stiles then asked and Lydia rolled her eyes.

"You can answer that question on your own."

"Okay, I'm-uh- I'm sorry? I just want to make sure that you're feeling fine."

"I'm feeling as stable as I probably ever have in my life." Lydia said. It wasn't a lie, she's been suffering with being bipolar her whole life and never had any stability. Having stability felt nice. She wasn't use to it.

"And you're not feeling nervous, are you?"

"Stiles." Lydia said in an annoyed tone, "I'm going to a therapy session. I am fine." After Lydia said that, Stiles finally stopped asking her questions. They drove in a comfortable silence. Luckily, Lydia didn't go to the same therapist that Stiles use to go to. She went to a better one that she actually felt comfortable talking to.

"I'll see you in an hour." Stiles smiled.

"See you then." Lydia waved before walking into the building and taking an elevator up to the first second floor. She walked into her therapists office and smiled. "Hi."

"Lydia!" Her therapist beamed, "Right on time. Please, have a seat." Lydia sat on a couch in front of her therapists and crossed her legs.

"So Lydia, how has your medication been going?"

"It's fine." Lydia nodded, "It's definitely helped me a lot."

"Okay good.  Are you taking it everyday?"

"Yes, there is someone who makes sure that I take it every morning."

"That's great! How is living with the Stilinski family? Is it hard to adjust?"

Lydia shrugged, "They've been nicer to me then my mother ever has. It feels odd because I feel like I'm intruding, but the Sheriff doesn't seem to mind and Stiles feels better if he knows I'm there and safe."

"Stiles, yes. He seems to care a lot about you. Are you two dating?"

"No." Lydia laughed and shook her head, "He doesn't feel that way about me."

"But you feel that way about him?" Her therapist asked rhetorically.

"Well-um... yes. Stiles and I are just friends."

"I don't think Stiles could be just friends with you and treat you with so much care and concern. Don't fool yourself, Lydia. I've seen the way he looks at you. Frankly, I think Stiles is good for you. He's the first person to ever show any interest or care in you, correct?"

Lydia nodded. "That's correct."

"I went to school for helping people. I know everything about identifying a person that there is to know. Believe me when I tell you this. Stiles loves you. It's more than obvious that he loves you. Do you love him?

Lyda hesitated for a moment before answering, "I-I do love him."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Her therapist asked, "I'm here to help you and give you advice. Lydia, you've made great progress since getting professional help. I strongly believe that Stiles is part of that. In the end, we only regret the chances that we didn't take. Be with Stiles."

"With the type of person I am, and the type of life that I have, I don't think it's possible for me to ever love someone without destroying them or destroying myself. Stiles was broken once and I'm not going to be the reason why he gets broken again. I'm already broke beyond repair, but I don't need to get anymore broken. Nothing good ever comes from me. I rip apart everything I touch and I believe that it's only a matter of time before Stiles goes running off. I'm fully prepared for the day that comes."

"And if that day never comes?"

Lydia had no response. All she could do was shrug and hope that her therapist would change the subject.

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When the therapy session ended, Lydia was glad and waited outside for Stiles. He was a bit late, but Lydia figured it was just because of traffic. Most people were starting to get out of work anyway, so Stiles was probably just stuck in traffic.

Fifteen minutes passed. Half an hour passed. Lydia thought Stiles forgot. She decided to get up from the building staircase and begin walking. As she walked, her phone rang and she saw it was Sheriff Stilinski.

"Hi." Lydia said.

"Lydia, I'm sorry that I didn't call you earlier but I forgot."

"Why? What happened? Is Stiles okay?" 

"No. He was on his way to pick you up and got into a car crash. He's in the hospital getting surgery and his chances of surviving are slim."

Lydia jaw dropped and she hung up the phone. Stiles was in a car crash. She put her phone into her sweatshirt pocket then began running as fast as she possibly could to the hospital.

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I'm sorry, but it had to be done.

This story isn't going to be very long. There's probably only five to ten chapters left. I'm debating whether or not to write a sequel but if I do, it probably won't happen for awhile since of the new story I just published.

In case you guys haven't read it, I published a new story called Heroes and Villains. We get to see Lydia Martin as a superhero. Pretty cool stuff.

Anyway, thank you all so much for reading!