Stydia Au - Lost in the maze

Chapter 15

Stiles' p.o.v.

"Stiles! Parrish is gone!" I turned around completely confused and slightly frustrated. "What the fuck do you mean he's gone?! How the hell can he just go waltzing out of the slammer unless you're dumb enough to forget what the hell you're doing!" "I swear on my own life that I locked the door! I swear someone else let him out. You should ask Jackson."

I gave him a questioning glaze, and went off to interrogate another glader who could have let him go. "Jackson. Where have you been all day?" "I was helping Greenberg out with fixing the doors. Why did you ask?" "Parrish has left the slammer and is elsewhere and no one has a clue who the shuck let him out. Have you or have you not been near the slammer? and if I ask someone else about you, would they say the same thing as you did?"

His face went blank, as he began to stutter slightly. "H-he left?" "Yeah. He did." "Stiles. I swear to you no one went near him. The last time I saw him was when some of the keepers threw him in there." I frowned as I went to run to the deadheads, since that was the last place he went when he was attacking Lydia. Speaking of Lydia, I haven't seen her all day.

Out from nowhere Allison rushed towards me with a piece of paper in her hand. "You'd might like to read this." Her face was covered with sorrow and slight anger. As I slowly went to reach for the paper to see what was written in it.

To my friends,

I am sorry, but I can't take any of this anymore. I am gone and don't worry about me. I just couldn't take this life anymore. I don't know who I really am. And I'd love to find out but I know I just wouldn't find it in here or maybe never.

As you can tell by this letter, this is my suicide letter. I just can't live with myself. I've done terrible things. Unforgivable things to people. Parrish is innocent. Just let him go. And as for Allison, I'd like to say keep being you. And for Danny, you are one of the best guy friend I have ever had. For Scott, you're awesome and don't doubt yourself. For Liam, you are one of the nicest and the most normal person ever. Last but not least, Stiles. I'd like to tell you that you are cruel and I am glad I'll never see you again. Have a nice life.

Forever living a lie,
Lydia.

I stared at the letter with a mixture of anger, sadness and horror. "She is going to kill herself?" Allison just stared at her feet and nodded her head. "I don't believe this. She was happy with everything." "I know. But I don't really think any of this is true. But she didn't really fit in like the rest." "No. She fit in even quicker. More at home." Stress and frustration ran through me, so I began to mess with my hair. She hates me...

I sprinted around the deadheads looking for where she could be. "LYDIA! LYDIA!" My screams began to echo through the glade, as the sun began to creep lower into the horizon. Finally, i reached the south west doors in the deadheads. There I found someone sat on the floor laughing as if they've just heard the most ridiculous thing ever.

"Jordan. What the hell are you doing here? And where is she?" He began laughing more louder, as his tormenting laugh began to echo through the glade. Rage began to flare up inside, as I picked him up by his shirt and slammed him to the wall of the maze and choke him. "Listen here, Parrish. I will only ask you this once, before I break you legs and throw you into the maze. Where is Lydia?"

His face began to pale but then he smirked. "Didn't you hear? She committed suicide. She hated her life so much, so she went into the maze." I began to grew cold and goosebumps rose on my arms and neck as I heard the words. "You're shucking lying! I saw the letter! It's bullshit. She wouldn't write like that." "Oh, I see how it is. Lover boy doesn't want to believe that she doesn't feel the same way. How sweet."

I punched him in the face. "And that is where you're wrong. I don't see her like that, but you definitely don't talk to me like that. You have 10 seconds to tell me where she is or I'll push you into the maze. Understood?" His face became pale. "Okay. Okay. I saw her running in the maze."

I heard the Gladers arrived and already were behind us. My mind began racing as I heard the doors began closing. What the hell shall I do?

Out of instinct and determination, I ran throught the doors and grabbed Parrishitter by the arm and dragged him into the maze, with me.