One Shots

[08] dark temptations

Lydia's POV

Being trapped inside of your own head sure was boring.

At least, I'm pretty sure that's where I am. All that I can remember at this point was the image of Theo's burning yellow eyes staring into my own as he plunged his claws into the back of my neck, stealing my memories, but I couldn't remember which ones. After that moment, I woke up in this place and have been here ever since.

It was strange being able to see my own self through different eyes it felt like. It wasn't like I was looking at myself in a mirror or in a reflection; so it made all of this more stranger than it already was. Seeing myself though only depressed me, because all I was doing was laying there in bed, eyes blank as they looked up at the celling.

Every time I saw myself, I would scream at myself to wake up; that my friends needed me, but I just sat there. I'm pathetic I told myself every time I thought about it. You're weak, you can't even pull yourself out of this.

So for the past few days, I roamed these empty halls, hoping to sometime wake up from this never-ending nightmare. Rarely did I ever see a person here, but there was one person that I always saw when he came to see me.

Stiles.

The first time I saw him, he was sitting at my bedside, telling me things that I wish I could have replied to. Seeing him here to visit me only made me fall more for him, and if I would have been able to tell him right then and there, he would know it. I'm sure he knows it deep down, but I've never spoken those words to anybody. He was the only person other than my mother who visited me, which either meant nobody cared, nobody knows, or something terrible has happened to all of them.

I refused to believe the last option.

I promised myself that when, or if I guess I should say, I wake up from this, I will save my friends. I will tell Stiles how I feel about him. I will make Theo pay for this. I will make it out alive. For my friends.

For Allison.

I stop in my place when I hear a door creak open, something that I didn't really hear very often here in this Hell. When I looked over to see which room it was, I couldn't see anything but darkness past the door, which was still slowly opening as if it was calling me to come in. So, I went in.

The moment I stepped inside, my eyes searched the room and found that it was a bathroom. It was pretty bare except for the single bathtub sitting at the end of the wall; looking abnormal to be there. I started to walk towards it for some reason, but soon stopped in my tracks the moment I saw a hand grasp the edge of the white surface.

The clean white tub was soon painted with a dark liquid as a figure started to rise up out of the substance, causing a gasp to leave my throat. Fright and fear suddenly fill my body as I watch a person stand, still unable to see their face. It was like I was frozen in place; I couldn't run even if I wanted to.

My heart pounds in my chest as the body falls onto the bathroom floor, crawling towards me as if this really was a nightmare. Only this time, I couldn't wake up, even if I really wanted to. I bite my tongue as I slam my eyes shut, imaging that this wasn't happening. I thought back to simpler times; times with Allison, Kira, and Malia, but this doesn't last for long when I suddenly feel air in my face.

My eyes slowly open then, deciding to face my fear. It wasn't like I could just stand here forever imagining that this wasn't happening, because it was. At least, it was in my head. When I opened my eyes however, I wasn't expecting to see Stiles standing there.