Ghost ↬ Derek Hale

37 ; runaways

37 ∞ runaways

"How is your voice doing?" Miss Morrell asked after it was clear that Lily had no intentions of starting the discussion. Lily didn't look up, instead she pursed her lips slightly and kept her eyes on what she doing – which was weaving a friendship bracelet. She hadn't pulled out the bracelet making set in years but since the night at the police station, she'd wanted something to do with her hands and not being particularly good at drawing, this seemed best. When she'd done it as a hobby in the past, she'd become really good and had even sold them during lunch periods and breaks until the principle of the school caught her and made her stop. Even now, endless bracelets that had yet to be sold were lying around at home. "You're brother told me you've been having nightmares."

Lily paused, raising her eyebrows and glancing briefly at the teacher. It was true; she'd been having bad dreams but she'd also thought that she'd been hiding it well. Apparently not. The events of that night were a blur and all she knew for certain was how it ended. Matt was dead. He was dead but Jackson was still the Kanima. Derek had lost all trust in Scott, which was stupid because if he had just waited and asked Scott, he would have found out that Scott had a plan and it was the opposite of what he was thinking. It turned out that he had never trusted her either, which was really disappointing but was she really surprised? Does it even matter anymore?

"That's a nice bracelet," she nodded at the three threads in Lily's hands.

Lily looked down at the partially weaved bracelet, shrugging. "Thanks," she croaked, clearing her throat consciously. Her voice was still slightly hoarse and it kind of hurt to talk but it was almost back to normal. The bruises were faded but still visible so she'd covered it with a scarf and would do so until they were gone completely. No one at school really knew much about that night and she didn't want them staring at her.

"Do you make them often?" she asked.

Lily shook her head, "No. I guess I'm doing it to keep my mind here."

"As opposed to?"

"The past," she mumbled.

Miss Morrell considered her words for a moment before her eyes landed purposefully on the three pieces of thread. The woman leaned forward slightly in her chair, her eyes still on the strings as she spoke, "Have you ever heard of the Moirai?"

Lily's eyebrows furrowed. The name sounded vaguely familiar but not enough for her to respond positively to Miss Morrell's question. She figured that it had something to do with the thread as her attention seemed to be largely focused on that but even with that hint, she still couldn't recognise the name enough so she shook her head in response.

"Well, they're better known as the Fates," Miss Morrell sat up, "The ancient Greeks believed that they were the incarnations of destiny. They believed that the Fates controlled the thread of life for all mortals from birth to death. There were three, Clotho – the spinner. Lachesis – the alotter. And Atropos – the unturnable."

Maybe she was just stupid, but Lily didn't understand what the significance of this was; history wasn't really her thing – which was ironic considering what she could do – and Miss Morrell wasn't even a history teacher. Confused, Lily sent Miss Morrell an anxious smile, "What does that have to do with me?"

Miss Morrell shrugged nonchalantly, "Some cultures had different imaginings of them. The keepers of time – past, present and future. I guess your three threads just made me think of them."

Lily's brows furrowed deeper as they made eye contact; there seemed to be something behind Miss Morrell's eyes, as if she knew something but wasn't sharing. Clearing her throat, she stared back down at the bracelet, "Aren't you supposed to be asking me questions about me or something? To be honest, all you're doing is confusing me."