Scott continues leaving messages for his best friend who isn't answering. Who hasn't answered him since last night. He told him to come over to Derek's house but never showed. Something felt wrong. Something was definitely wrong. Again.
Lydia could feel that too. She doesn't know how she can feel such things but she did. She shows up to school, hoping that stiles was there but sadly wasn't. His father is there though talking to students who happen to walk by. Mixed emotions engulfed his face. Mostly sadness for his son disappearance. This has happened to him too many times.
Lydia starts to get this unexplainable feeling or sense. There are whispers that makes her eye twitch and mouth open in a hint of fear. This has happened to her before when Ethan died. what if someone close to her is dying?She runs to her car and and gets in. Without saying anything to anyone, she drives off, letting her ability that she only knows about, take control.
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Stiles wakes up in his bed, not even remembering anything that happened last night. Doesn't remember Peter, the doctors. There are bits and pieces but other than that, its like he was sleeping.
He confusedly looks down at himself and see he is dirty .
"Dad"? He calls, getting out of bed. There is no answer, so he calls again, getting the same response.
He runs down stairs and wonders why his father didn't wake him up for school. He usually does. Note he is going to be late.
"Stiles"? A soft shaky voice says. Behind him stands lydia, who is shocked. She runs up to him and hugs him. Her hands grips the back of his torn shirt, feeling his bare skin.
He stares at her confused.
"Lydia what's wrong"?
"Stiles I thought.....I ..."
She wipes her tears, smudging her mascara and says,"where were you"?
"Here. Sleep".
"What? No you weren't".
"Uh, how can you tell me where I was? I was here."
A sharp pain throbs in his head as everything begins to turn blurry. His body goes weak too.
In seconds, he collapses to the ground.
"Stiles"!
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