Replaced By Her (Stydia)

Chapter 4

A/N: Just a reminder, I'm on vacation right now and haven't actually seen the more recent episodes. I've seen bits and pieces on YouTube, but don't know the whole story. I also changed some of the details for the story. Enjoy!

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I woke up screaming from the dream I just had. It was still before the sun had began it's climb into the sky. Rolling over, I glanced at my clock and saw that it was only 4:37am. School sounded like a horrible idea, but I knew it would be worse staying home with nothing to do. Didn't matter either way, I still had roughly three and a half hours before I had to leave for school. Getting out of bed I decided to go take a shower to rise away my dreams from the night. My hip stung as the water sprayed across the fresh cuts I made last night. The shower was quick. I got out and walked to my closet. 

My normal cute and girly cloths stared back at me tauntingly. I grabbed the first dress I saw and put it on. When I caught my reflection in the mirror all my movements halted. The girl looking about at me wasn't Lydia Martin. This girl was skinny, the dress that used to hug my every curve, hung loose like a garbage bag. My strawberry blonde hair that other girls used to envy was now dull and lifeless. Green eyes that were once full of life and laughter were now just a broken window to my soul.

Taking off the dress, I walked over to my dresser and sifted through until I found an old pair of jean shorts. I pulled them out along with a plain white T-shirt. I slipped them on and looked around. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Aiden's flannels hanging in my closet. I felt that hole in my heart ache as I looked at it. The longing for him to be here and to hold me was overwhelming. Picking it up gently, I rubbed my fingers against the soft material. I didn't hesitate when I slipped it on. After tucking the white shirt into the tops of my jeans I walked over to the vanity. I decided I would wear my hair like I did the first time Stiles got to play in the lacrosse game. The one where Gerard took him after and beat him up. I also did my makeup very simple and natural like that day as well.

I sighed when I saw there was still two hours until school. My eyes landed on the easel in the corner of my room. I walked over and sat down. I was working on a pastel of all the people I'd lost since all of this crazy supernatural stuff went down. 

Jackson was in the top left corner. it was a profile of his face as he looked into the distance. I had included his shoulders so the top of his lacrosse uniform could be seen. He might have acted like a complete ass most of the time, but he was still pretty amazing. He had always worked hard in an attempt to make his birth parents proud of him.That's why lacrosse was always so important to him. He was proud of himself when he played. It was when I'd see his walls come down. He was always so focused on the game and winning. He'd get this stoic look when he was calling plays from the sidelines with his helmet off. That's the look I always remember when I think of him.

Next was Aiden. He was in the top right corner. His face was looking straight back at me. His eyes were squinted and he was smiling like when he laughed. That was my favorite side of Aiden. The one where he seemed most like a carefree and loving teenaged boy. I think Ethan and I are the only ones who knew that side of Aiden. Everybody else just saw him as Ethan's twin with anger issues. The pack also only saw him as Ducalian's minions. None of them saw the sweet teenager. He always cheered me up when something happened. It wasn't just sex with him. There was something more. But after the twins helped kill Boyd, we drifted. I started seeing what everyone else wanted me to see. Then Aiden tried so hard to prove, not only to Scott, but to me that he was a good guy. He died trying to prove it. Thats why I'll always remember the sweet boy who used to laugh when we were together.