Stydia Au - Lost in the maze

Chapter 19

I began to quickly map out section 4 and 2 and began to sprint out of the maze as fast as I can to get to the box, with the letter on the beetle blade on my left hand with the look of determination and a smile on my face. Lydia and Stiles could still be alive!

"Scott! Stiles and Lydia could still be alive! Look at what I found!" I gave the confused boy the knife, note and showed him Lydia's necklace. "And there is no body that was with these item!" "Allison. Breathe." He laughed and I began to grin and pushed him slightly. "Who needs to breathe when your friends are okay!" He laugh slightly.

I jumped up and down to the sound of the box telling us that there is new crates arriving. I ran towards the box as quick as I can and jumped into the box and started ramaging throught each box. I sighed out of disappointment to see there was nothing. I picked up my box and began to walk into my room that I used to share with my best friend.

Lydia's p.o.v

I watched as Allison's hope and excitement left and was replaced with the same horror and sadness from the news of how Stiles and I are no longer in the maze.

I began to pound my fist against the door. "HELLO! LET ME OUT! HOW COULD YOU TREAT HER LIKE THIS! YOU PROMISED ME TO LET HER KNOW THAT I AM OKAY!" The door clicked open and a woman with long dark hair and tanned skin walked in. She looked really familiar and I frowned and raised my eyebrow at her.

"Hello. My name is Ms Morrell. I am one of the doctors here. We would like to tell you that we have kept to your promise. She just didn't find it yet." "And where is Stiles? Is he okay?!" "Lydia. Calm down. Stiles is fine but he doesn't know who you are and has severe amnesia. We are allowed to let you see him if you stay calm and trust us."

"How can I trust you if you have been watching as we struggled for the last what? Three and a half years?!" "Well, you seemed fine with it all for the most of those years. Even when you knew them before the maze." "What are you talking about?" "The dreams, Lydia. They are all real." "Take me to see him." "I thought you might say that."

Stiles' p.o.v

Stiles. Let me in.

I jumped out of my drugged up sleep and began to shake with sweat. I looked at the door to see the doctor. She unlocked the door and walked in. "I don't want to hear anymore questions because you have a guest." I jumped up to see if it was either my dad or mum who came to visit. "Don't get your hopes up too much. It's not your parents." I frowned at the woman's comment. If it's not my parents who came to see me then who is it?

I glanced towards the door, then seeing a beautiful girl glancing around towards me. I felt my heart being to pound faster and all of a sudden I began to blush and become self conscious of the way I looked. The doctor began to walk away leaving the door open for my new visitor to enter.

"Hey Stiles. I'm Lydia." I stared at her fascinated by the way she talked and smiled without any dullness or even forcefully. But a genuine smile. I looked into her emerald green eyes to see what she might be thinking but I noticed a small tear forming. " It's nice to meet you. But how do you know my name?" She frowned slightly and looked down onto the floor.

"You have amnesia, Stiles. We used to be friends. I have to stay here too. I'm literally next door. If you need anyone, you can talk to me." I nodded and smiled at her for the first time in a while. She gotten up and began to walk out. "Hey. I just wanted to say that I'm glad I have you and if you see my parents, can you tell me where I am?" "Sure, Will do. Now eat up. You look like you haven't eaten for months." I smiled and began to eat but stopped to ask her a question.

"What does your necklace say?" She stopped playing with the locket and turned it around. She opened the necklace up and smiled. "it says maybe we'll find our way back."

Lydia smiled at it, as if it might have given her a memory. But then her smile seemed to have dropped. "Who gave you that necklace?" She blushes. "A boy I used to know." I smiled slightly but I felt something in my chest break. I mentally cursed at myself for already feeling that sort of way for her. But something in my mind told me, I felt something more than friendship before I lost my memories.

"Can I ask... forget it. It doesn't matter." "No no. What is it?" "Who gave it to you?" She blushes. "He was a friend. But he isn't the same guy anymore." "What happened to him?" She looked to the ground and stand down on my bed next to me. "His mother had died when he was so young and it broke his father. He literally nearly lost his mind and the poor boy had to take care of his father even thought he was struggling to even take care of himself. But when I saw him after a year, I could instantly tell that that the boy was broken from trying to fix everyone's broken pieces. Then one day after 2 years of not seeing each other he told me that his father had tried to come suicide and he said he is going to join some group to help his father get better and he gave me this necklace and said to me 'if you ever get lost. Find the north star and if you can find a star-" "look at the compass?"

"Yeah. And he said how he knew we wouldn't see each other and how much he wanted to help his dad and for us to still see each other. But we both knew that for it to be possible we'd have to let go of our friendship and carry on with our lives." I smiled slightly but still felt her pain as she spoke about it. "Have you seen each other seen?" She almost responded but was interrupted by Ms Morrell.

"Lydia. It's time for you to go." The girl nodded and gotten up and gave me a hug. "It was nice to see you again, Stiles. I hope we can sit and talk again sometime." "Yeah, me too." "If you see your family. Tell them I said hi." "Will do."

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So you hear a little story from Lydia. I wanted to clarify that Lydia knows quite a lot but she doesn't know everything, because where would the fun in that be. But you might find out soon about the mysterious boy and hopefully there will be more from Stiles' perspective.

This chapter's letter is O.