Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

24. Its all a bunch of noises

DON'T PLAY THE SONG YET!!!!Stiles pov:
I couldn't sleep. That was fine though, one word ringing through my mind: personality.

Soon after it had gotten dark, my dad still at work (although he'd be home any minute) I lay flat on my bed, simply staring at the ceiling. Sure people might say I was loosing my mind-hell I thought I was loosing my mind, I remained utterly calm, trying to think of a proper way to apologize to Lydia for almost unconsciously killing her.

What was I supposed to say? Sorry I tried to kill you, here's a gift card for free candles? Somehow I thought that wouldn't work. Slowly I stand from my bed, looking around my room. My vision was daze-y from lack of sleep, the dim lighting of my room not helping either. I wander around aimlessly, my fingers dancing a top all of my odd trinkets.

Humming an aimless tune as I walk around, anger suddenly starting to form in the pit of my stomach. I was turning into my mother. The urge to hurt and destroy running through my veins as I began to wonder if she was as bad as I am now. Then again, the small scar around my ankle proved so. Much like I had to Lydia the night I sleep walked, she would tie me up to the end of my bed in the middle of the night, so often that it created a crease on my right leg.

I refused to end up like my mother. I would never give up. I'd fight and I'd learn to control it. Furrowing my brows, I stare into a snow globe on my dresser. The little world inside stirs slightly as I pick it up, shaking it so the snow falls. The air is silent and stale, a dream like affect to it all. It seemed so simple, everything, really. Be born, grow up, get an education. Marriage. Kids. Disease. I lick my lips to wet them, grinning slightly to myself. The little bump in my world; a small flaw.

No.
A life changer. The tables had turned and I could kiss a normal life behind. The silence around me grew louder and louder, a small ring piercing my eardrum. It's all a bunch of noises, I remind myself, staring into the tiny world of the snow globe.

"Personality." I chuckle, setting the snow globe back down. I let out an angry yell, shoving things off the top of my dresser and onto the floor, completely losing myself. I tip my side table over, breaking the lamp on top causing the light in my room to leave with a literal spark. My blood boils as I destroy my room. I would not be like my mother.

My hands clench into fists, my knuckles connecting with my wall as I let out a scream, creating a hole. "SCREW UP!" I shout at myself, utterly enraged. Another punch and another, each one as hurtful and rough as the first, a strangled cry erupting from my throat. I turn all of my furniture over, the room completely trashed by now but I didn't give a shit.

Just as I go to hit the walls some more, a strong pair of arms wraps around my torso, constricting my movements and forcing my arms to be kept to my sides. I break down, falling to the floor in my fathers arms, tears streaming down my face and I couldn't speak. How was I supposed to tell my father I had just tried to kill someone?

"Take me to the hospital." I whimper, my dad still holding me close and he nods, helping me to stand with him.
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Lydia's pov:

Breathlessly, I run through the swinging doors, slowing down slightly to ask Melissa where he is.
"243." She says and I continue my sprint. I waste no time on the elevators, immediately jogging up the stairs and my calves burn but I don't care.

243. 243. 243. I repeat in my mind until finally reaching the room and I knock lightly. Sheriff Stilinski opens the door, smiling solemnly at me as I gulp down air.
"Is he-"
"Sleeping." He interrupts me, allowing me to enter the room. Stiles looks so fragile, lying pale on the ratty hospital bed, his chest heaving up and down gently with his mouth slightly agape.

I almost want to cry, seeing him like this; weak, vulnerably, and completely exhausted. My eyes never leave him as I quietly pull up a hospital chair to his bedside, the sheriffs eyes digging into me.
"He, uh...he tried to kill me." I mutter, swallowing harshly but Mr.Stilinski doesn't respond.

"He took a knife from the kitchen and tried to stab me. I know he wasn't himself a-and that it was just a side affect but when he came back to, I screamed at him to leave." A tear escapes but I wipe it away quickly with a sniffle.
"He hasn't slept in a few weeks." John finally speaks and I look up to him, shaking my head.

"But when he was with me he..." I trail off. Stiles hadn't even slept when he was with me.
"They're gonna give us some meds, to help him." John says, clearing his throat at the end. I take Stiles hand in my own, noticing his scabbed and bruised knuckles and with the other hand I start to play with his hair, softly silent snores filling the room.

He'll be okay, I tell myself. He'll be okay.
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PLAY SONG

I jump upwards with a gasp, panicking as I forget where I am but soon recognizing the bland colored walls of the hospital. With a sigh, I lean back, rubbing my eyes before a raspy voice startles me.
"Lydia?" Stiles voice comes out rough, sending chills down my spine and I sit at the edge of my chair, grabbing his hand as he squints to see me because the now rising sun filters through the single window.

"Hey, baby. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" I ask, soothingly and he sputters out a few light coughs.
"Is there water?" He asks sweetly as his eyes struggle to stay open from sleepiness. I nod and stand, pouring him a glass from the table in the corner before bringing it back to him. As I sit, I push back his messy hair from his face with a caring smile while he gulps down the whole glass, coughing again once he's done.

"I had a dream that," he stops to clear his throat but it doesn't help with the gruffness of his voice, "that I tried to kill you. Isn't that funny?" He asks. I freeze, my face probably becoming pale.
With a gulp, I continue to brush back his hair with my fingers. "Yeah...weird." I respond and his eyes flutter closed with a happy hum and a sweet smile, enjoying the feel of my soothing touch.

"Do you remember why your here?" I ask while attempting to sound normal. He shifts a little. "I haven't slept in a few weeks....I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Lyds. I-I lied about sleeping at your house. I'd just lie awake, listening to you breath and-and," his voice starts to crack to I shush him, cutting off his words.
"It's okay, baby. Get some more rest. I'll be right here." I tell him. He turns on his side, opening his eyes to get one last smiling look at me before drifting away and I place a lingering kiss to his forehead. I'll always be right here.
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Authors note:
If you're reading my Christmas Stydia fanfic; yes, I did use this song in the last chapter. BUT 1) it's my fav song on Troye's new album, 2)I thought it fit really well with the mood of the last part and 3) my account: if I want to use a song twice I'll use a freaking song twice😋

Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe