A cold breeze washed over my body taking me out of my sleep. I turned on the light rubbing my eyes and tossed the plain white duvet aside. I stepped out of bed to close the window so I could go back to sleep. As I make my way towards the window I noticed that the room is a lot bigger than it should be... and a lot cleaner too. When I got to the window I saw it wasn't open. I shrugged my shoulders still half asleep. I walked closer to the bed but noticed that something was different. And that something was that my usual white duvet wasn't white but purple. And that my bed wasn't my old single bed but a double bed. The walls weren't covered with dust that the fire left behind but was perfectly painted a light shade of purple. I turned towards the door when I heard a creaking sound seeing that it was ajar and not closed like I remembered doing before I went to bed.
When I stepped out of the unfamiliar room I faintly heard a conversation coming from outside. I don't know why I can't hear it but the voices did get clearer when I walked down the stairs. When I walked outside I noticed a boy and ....Lydia?
"Everything okay?" the boy asked. I couldn't see who it was but I heard Lydia's heart beating fast.
"Okay. Meaning what?" Lydia asked crossing her arms over her chest. A dog ran past me inside the house... Prada. Lydia told me about her precious dog- or big rat- you can't really call it a dog.
"Meaning - are you all right?" The boy asked hinting at something. I walked further out of the house to get a better look at the boy. But I wish I haven't because what I saw wasn't possible. The teenage boy standing here is my uncle Peter when he was around 18 years old.
"Meaning the other day in class? I'm not crazy. I may be the girl who sleepwalks naked and writes backwards on the chalkboard, but at least I'm not one of those desperate Vicodin - popping wrist cutters at school." My breath got caught in my throat when the young Peter looked at my before turning back to Lydia.
"Oh, is that what the other girls are like?" he asked before taking a step forward I grabbed Lydia's arm so she would take a step back.
The boy raised his eyebrows "Why'd you do that?"
"Do what?" Lydia asked not realizing that the boy wasn't talking to her. But how? Doesn't she know I'm standing right behind her? What is going on? how is this possible?!
"You stepped back." He said a little maddened.
"You stepped forward," Lydia and I both said at the same time.
"Uh, could I give you a flower?" Lydia smiled wanting to take the flower but he took his hand back so she couldn't just yet. "Promise to keep it? If I ask you tomorrow if you have it, and you say, "no, I'm gonna be really hurt."
"Well, if I don't, I'll lie," she replied turning around to get back inside before letting out a gasp looking me straight in my eyes before running back inside. what is this?!
"I'll see you soon Alicia," was the last thing I heard before everything turned dark.
"Hey, are you okay" Stiles asked me concerned while driving the prison transport van Stiles stole – or borrowed – as he called it so we could transfer Jackson somewhere else before he hurts someone again.
I looked up at him with a smile and nodded rubbing my head to get rid of the headache I woke up with this morning.
"Yeah just a headache. Didn't sleep well last night," I replied thinking back of that weird dream I had last night. Why did I dream about Lydia talking in her backyard with a teenage Peter.
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Little runner § Stiles Stilinski
Fanfic"Run!" That was what her mother was screaming at her,.. those were also her last words. Screams that filled the air, and the smell of burning flesh was all there was to smell. She turned around and did what she was told, she ran. Far away from t...
