Nothing More Than Neighbors || Stydia [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13: I'm Coming Home

"Get rid of who, Lydia?" Stiles asked, more sternly this time. I looked around the Jeep and began fidgeting as he pulled out of the diner parking lot.

"Uh, the voice in my head."

"You know who it is?"

I huffed a laugh, "Yeah, I could recognize that voice anywhere. It's my ex boyfriend, the one that died. He was burned to death in a fire when he moved to London ... somehow his spirit found a way to enter the door to my mind -- it's complicated." I shrugged, looking at the road.

Then, it came to me.

"Stiles, I know what to do. We have to stop by the store real quick."

{**}

"Lydia, this is a terrible idea. I mean, I'm glad you're back and all ... but no." I rolled my eyes at my best friend, who had her arms crossed and was shaking her head at the tub of ice water and mistletoe.

"It's the only way I can get him out of my head, Allison. I have to go into my mind, through the door and kill him, then shut the door. Come on, I did this before wth Peter --"

"Yes, but that ended with him coming back to life. We don't want Jackson back." Scott chimed in and I sighed. Deaton was here as well, since he's been there every time we've gone under. He rolled up his sleeves and looked from me to the tub.

"Alright, who's going with her?" Deaton asked, and Scott raised his hand. I smiled and silently thanked him, thankfully he caught on to my mental conversation.

"Now, I've said this before I'll say it again. You need to be with someone emotionally close to you. It's not just someone to hold you under, it's someone who can bring you back. An emotional tether, so to speak. Now, last time me did this, Lydia held Allison under and Isaac held Scott under. It's different this time -- Lydia, you do with Stiles." He said and I turned to a confused and frightened face.

He shook his head frantically, "No. I can't do that I can't -- I can't kill her ..." He stuttered and I grabbed his hand.

"Hey, Its okay." I assured him, to which he just sighed and smiled. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately before pulling back. I looked to Deaton, and he nodded.

"Its time." He said, and I slowly lowered myself into the tub, Scott right next to me. I began shivering immediately, and my teeth were chattering against each other. This was way worse than I remember. Once I was in, I held onto the side of the tub as Stiles and Allison lowered their hands on our shoulders.

"Now remember, you need to close that door, but you need to push him out of it first." Deaton said and I nodded along with Scott.

Then, I was pushed and held under.

I let all of my breath leave my body until it was pitch black.

{**}

I woke up with a gasp inside a hospital bed, Scott in one right next to me. I looked around as we both got up, it looked exactly like how I remember it in real life. Scott grabbed my hand and led me out the door, to which I was then in the school. Without Scott.

I looked around and looked to see my outfit the same one as when Peter bit me on the lacrosse field. I had been to Winter formal with Jackson ... is this my meaningful memory of Jackson?