fool for you ;; stydia

17.7.17

It's been a year now.

A whole year since it happened.

Lydia hasn't seen the pack since that night.

She doesn't really know what happened between them. Can't exactly remember.

It doesn't make sense.

They went to the future. They met their future selves. They were engaged.

What are they now?

Nothing. And they've been exactly that for a year.

She remembers his face when he found out what had happened. She remembers the disappointment.

She remembers him leaving her. Walking straight out of the door, never to be heard from again.

What happened?

He was so perfect. A slight push could have broken him. He was so fragile.

And Lydia was the one to break him.

But where was the pack?

That was all that managed to run through Lydia's head. For months and months on a loop.

Now it's, 'Who was the pack?'

Nowadays, she spent most of her time screaming, huddled in a corner with her legs pressed to her chest.

The question ringing in her ears.

Who was the pack?

Who was the pack?

Who?

She can't even remember.

She can only remember Allison and Stiles.

Faces flash past the back of her eyelids. So familiar, yet so far away.

What are their names?

She could feel them all, tugging at her heart strings, each and every one of them.

But if they were so important, why couldn't she remember their names?

What are their names?

She pressed her hands to her temples and rocked back and forth on the cold ground.

Allison. Scott. Malia.

Lydia let out a scream, "Allison!" Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She tugged at the tight ties around her wrists, screaming and trying to free herself from the wall.

"Let me out!" Her voice was hoarse and high pitched, her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat and the air smelled like metal.

She shook her wrists, twisting and writhing, "GET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE!"

She let out another deep scream, shaking the doors of the room, but not breaking them like the last four rooms she had been in.

Too many people came rushing in, their faces contorted in Lydia's vision, all wearing blue scrubs.

"Lydia, I'm going to need you to calm down." A woman said, and though her tone seemed soft, Lydia picked up on the vibrations of her voice, and suddenly it was harsh.

That was another thing Lydia had discovered that night: she could tell someone's emotions or if they're lying, by listening the vibration of their voice.

"Let me see my dad!" She cried, struggling against the two workers that were holding her down, "He doesn't know I'm here! Let me see Allison! Scott! Anyone!"

"Lydia, you're an orphan, your dad isn't with us anymore. Allison and Scott are workers here," the woman smiled softly, but Lydia knew she was lying.

"I'm not an orphan. My dad is still alive and he doesn't know I'm here." Lydia gritted her teeth as she spoke.

"Lydia-"

"I'll break this cell. I broke all of the others," Lydia threatened, "Just with my fucking voice."

"You threw yourself against the wall many times, you have never used your voice before."

"Yes I did! I'm a banshee, you fucking whore." Lydia pulled at the ties again, leaning forward, "Do you know what the is? Probably fucking not."

"Lydia, you are not a banshee. Supernatural creatures don't exist. You're a normal human being," The lady softened, "This whole world you've created for yourself. It's happening again isn't it? The terrible dreams?"

Lydia just stared.

"I think it's time for more medicine. Make these bad dreams disappear." The lady pulled out a syringe and Lydia cowered away. "Scott an Allison won't be bothering you for much longer." She smiled, sinking the syringe deep into Lydia's arm.

"She's almost ready." She informed the two other people in the cell once Lydia had closed her eyes slowly. "Make sure to tighten those ties; they're there so she doesn't blow us up with her powers. She's extremely unstable."

"How long will she be?"

"Not long at all." The lady answered, "In a couple of days, she'll have no recollection of her life back then. The same goes for the rest of her pack."

"Are they here? In Eichen house?" One other woman asked.

"Yes. They're almost as bad as her. It's the faery that I'm having the most trouble with. Neither of the two will let each other go." She rolled her eyes. "Prepare for this type of situation again," She gestured her hands towards Lydia, whose eyes were dropping down, a lazy expression on her face, "She's done this same thing every day for the past year."

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