Stydia One Shots

Lifeline

A/N: Everyone's human in this one shot.

Lydia would wake up screaming every night. She would remember the head lights coming towards the car, feeling her head rush as it flipped, and the person next to hers hand touching Lydia's for the last time.

She would scream and sob, clenching the blanket around her so tight, hoping to guard herself from more pain. But it would always come, whenever someone would mention Allison.

Many of Lydia's friends at school were concerned for her health. They noticed how she was only skin and bone, and never talked to anyone. But only Stiles would know how broken she was.

At night, he would hear her screaming one house over. He would come running across the yard and hold her, as she whispered "It hurts, Stiles. It hurts so much."

It physically pained him to see her like this, to see Lydia in so much pain.

Eventually, she couldn't take it. The feeling of heartache would be washed away with liquor and a little pill popped in her mouth. Of course Stiles noticed, how couldn't he have? He was with her as much as possible, fearing that she would go too far.

One time, Stiles confronted her, and everything went to hell.

"I know you have a drug problem, Lydia." He breathed out.

"I don't know what you're talking about. " She said, picking her head up off his lap and staring him down.

"I know you're in pain." She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. "But this isn't the way to handle it. You can go to therapy or-"

"Therapy? Jesus, Stiles, why would I do that. Go and tell someone about 'my problems'? My problem is that my best friend is dead! There, simple as that. I don't need anyone's help." She got up and opened up his bedroom door.

"Lydi-"

"I don't need you either!" She shouted, and that was the last thing Lydia said to him for weeks.

She would go out to clubs, drowning her sadness in alcohol. Every shot would burn her throat, and Lydia thought if she would take enough it would burn her heart and she could be released.

Stiles would watch her go out the front door in a skimpy dress, and watch her stumble back in at around 3 a.m. every weekend. During school, she would ignore everyone and everything, not taking a moment to look anyone in the eye.

On a Friday night, Lydia was at a nightclub just outside of town. She was wearing a dress that would make sober Lydia cringe, but hell, she wasn't sober. The vodka had taken its play and she stopped feeling, even the hands that prodded her hips and the pills she swallowed.

After sometime, Lydia would feel her heart pound and her head throb, so she just downed whatever someone handed her and kept going.

One of her 'suppliers', a random guy she forgot the name of, smacked a little bag in her hand at the end of the night.

"This shit will blow your mind, cupcake. $150." Lydia groaned and slapped the bills in his hand. "Only take one," he continued, but she was already walking away.

The time that the club was closing rolled around, and everyone tumbled into the street, hitching rides with whoever. Lydia jumped in with some guy who took interest in her, and the whole ride was a blur. Next moment, the girl was outside her house, and she jumped out before mystery man could suck on her neck.

She tripped up the stairs before finally landing in her bedroom, immediately seeing a framed picture of her and Allison. Her heart burned and tears rimmed her eyes, so Lydia furiously grabbed the water by her bed and took the 5 pills that were in the bag she found in her bra.

When it went down her throat, Lydia felt blissful, like a 1,000 pound weight was lifted and she could be free. All the lights seemed to dance and she began to giggle and dance around with them. Time slowed down, and she couldn't feel anything. It was amazing.

But it all ended so quick. It always does. No matter what she takes, all of Allison's death comes crashing back into her. It felt so cold, like Lydia had ice in her veins. She lay down on the bed and tucked her knees in, and she began to cry silently.

Lydia tried to remind her self that this is just what happens, this is how drugs work. But she always forgets the part after you can't feel anything, it's the part where you can feel everything.

She felt the tears down her cheeks, cracks in her heart that seemed to never stop growing. The cold filled her whole body and she began to shake. Her vision was clouding over and her head was swaying.

"Lydia?" She heard his voice echo through the house. Felt his feet impact the stairs and the house shaking ever so slightly. She felt the doorknob turn and the wind that came with the door opening.

"Oh my god, Lydia!" Stiles shouted, and ran to her bed. He lifted up her chin and looked into her eyes. "What did you take?"

She tried to answer but all that came out was a strangled noise. He stood up and searched around the room, and then picked up the bag all the pills came in. "Fuck!" He shouted out, and Lydia began to cry more. She didn't want to hurt him, she never wanted to hurt him.

Stiles scooped up Lydia and she shrunk into his chest. He could feel her shaking and her skin was like ice. He ran them down the staircase and set her down on the counter, and she curled up into a fetus position. She watched him mix something into a bowl before he came to her, pulling the girl up and pressing the bowl to her mouth.

"Drink," he said, and she opened her mouth. It tasted filthy, like dirt. She coughed, but Stiles kept going until all the solution was gone. She was still shivering, but her head wasn't aching and she didn't feel as dizzy.

"W-what was that?" She stuttered.

"Some herb thing that counteracts the drug. My dad had to do it to all the others that overdosed." He spoke, and picked her up, carrying Lydia to the couch and setting her down. Stiles got a blanket and covered her up, before sitting down.

"You can't do that again." His voice was cold, and Lydia looked at the ground.

"My dad has gotten so many calls with cases of people that have died from that drug. You can't be that stupid!" He snapped, and Lydia pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

"I'm s-sorry," was all she managed to get out before some tears escaped her. She looked up and Stiles looked close to crying too.

"I lost her too, you know. We all did. We can't loose someone else." He looked her in the eye and his lips rolled in.

"Everything just hurts s-so bad. I just w-want it to stop. C-can you make it stop?" She whimpered, and he pulled her into his lap, holding her to him.

"I don't know if I can. But I'll try, Lyds. I'll try." Stiles started to cry, and found her hand, holding it like a lifeline.

To him, it was like a lifeline. If one pulled, the other could feel it. They found this balance between them, and if it wasn't there, Stiles would've lost the one he loved.

A/N:
Wow. That hurts. That hurt to write. Sorry, there's two sad one shots in a row. There's a fun Christmas one coming up. Don't worry. I'm not totally evil.
Xox, Lucy. ❤️❤️