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4. Confessions

I don't' know how long has been since I fell asleep because for the first time I had slept without nightmares, but in the middle of the night I felt a body next to me. I opened my eyes to see Malia sleeping in the other side of the bed. What was Malia doing there? I stood up and woke Malia up.

"What...What's happening?"

"Well I don't know I just woke up to see you here. What are you doing don't you have a home?"

"Not really. I always sleep here with Stiles didn't he tell you?"

In that moment Stiles woke up and rushily stood up

"Malia? What? I told you Lydia was staying over"

"Yeah but you didn't tell me I wasn't supposed to come"

"You know what Stiles? I think I'm leaving. It's almost 6 am so... Thank you."

"No, Lydia. Don't leave please."

"I have to go anyways. Really Stiles it's okay"

"Uhm... okay then but"

"Bye Stiles... and Malia"

I took my things and basically ran off the house. Why was I mad? Malia was just sleeping but somehow the thought of Malia and Stiles sleeping together was too much for me. I drove my car to the lake house. There was no point of coming back home. And I didn't have to go to class either because I already did the SATs.  When I arrived at the lake house I felt goosebumps all over my body. That has been happening every single time I was at that house, which was often. I don't really know why I went there, I guess I needed to be alone for awhile. After what happened at Stiles'... I needed to think.

I tried over and over to talk to someone. Whoever was there that told me Allison was the key. Maybe another banshee... Maybe I just wanted to talk to myself but nothing happened as usual. I lay down on the floor, looking at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and I started feeling sick, I was dreaming about Stiles, locked up in high school and someone shot him in the head. I started screaming. Someone was going to die. Stiles was going to die. I drove as fast as I could to the high school's parking lot and I saw a lot of police men at the entrance and a couple of people wearing special customes. I spotted Sheriff Stilinski through the crowd.

"Lydia! Lydia thank God you are not in there."

"What's going on?"

"It seems the whole school is infected with some kind of virus"

"What?"

"Lydia, I know what you are capable of, please tell me, do you have some kind of feeling about this situation?"

"Yes, and it's not just a feeling. Someone's going to die."

"Who is it Lydia?"

I couldn't tell him his son was the one who was going to die. One part of me did it for him. The other one didn't tell him because I was still hoping Stiles was going to survive.

"I... I don't know"

We spent one hour waiting outside. I saw Scott's father going inside the school. He seemed worried. Was it true? Stiles was going to die?

"What is Scott's father doing?"

"I guess they need him" said Sheriff Stilinski "Or maybe your mother called him"

"Wait, is my mother in there?"

"Yes, oh, I'm sorry I thought you knew"

What if what I was feeling wasn't Stiles' death but my mother's. Now I wasn't just worried, I was freaking out.