The Fallen ➵Lahey

//In which she is told she needs to let go//

"Ahhhh" I hear my mother scream and quickly throw the covers from my body and run into Lydia's room to see blood covering her sheets. At first I thought maybe she's on her period but then I look at her knuckles.

"What did you do?" my mom asks her. My mom grabs her hands and looks at her knuckles while Lydia just looks around confused.

"Oh, my god, what did you do to yourself?" my mom asks and Lydia looks at her mirror and my mom and I follow her gaze.

The mirror is cracked with a big blood splotch in the center of it as if someone punched it which would make sense. But my sister may be mean at times but never violent.

"Lydia, sweetheart. Why did you do that? Lydia." she says.

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"Do you feel any different?" Ms. Morrell the school guidance counselor asks as I sit in her office. "Since I was attacked? Yeah, I feel different. I feel like before I was more clueless and happy but now that's changed" I answer as I tap my heel on the floor.

"Do you think that you're experiencing the same thing as your sister?" she asks and I shrug. "To be honest I think I'm perfectly fine. My sister is just going through a phase that she will soon get out of. Lydia has had it worse then me" I say crossing my arms.

"Is that what you think, I looked at your medical records. You nearly died Layla. You lost a lot of blood and Jackson could only carry one of you so he chose Lydia therefore she was taken care first and you were left on the field to bleed out" she says.

"Well I'm fine now. I could probably do cart wheels up and down these halls just to prove it" I smile but she doesn't fall for it.

"You're life is pretty basic. You live off a routine, maybe you should shake that routine up a little. Make some friends, from what I've heard your only friends seem to be your sister and Allison Argent.

You don't have any after school hobbies or clubs and from what your mother has mentioned, you have not much of a love life." she concludes and I glare. "None of that is anyone's business" I say .

"You experienced something traumatic so I suggest that you find some distractions to help you get over it. You and your sister may be twins but you two have many differences. I get that you have relied on her for most of your life but maybe it's time you go your separate ways.

I don't mean never see each other which is pretty hard to do since your sisters but I mean maybe you should find a group of people who better suit you and she can do the same" she says and I laugh.

"You think Lydia is holding me back" I say and she shrugs. "I'm simply saying that it seems as if Lydia calls the shots".

"I think this session is over" I say getting out of my seat and walking out of the office.

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"Layla?" I hear my mom call as I walk through the front door. "How did you know it was me?" I ask. "Lydia said she was gonna be at the lacrosse game" mom says and I nod as I throw my bag onto the couch and sit.

"How was School?" she asks as she cleans up the living room. "It sucked, the guidance counselor was rude and said that Lydia and I should basically take a break from each other" I say and my mom shrugs.

"I'm not saying I agree with her but you and your sister need to find where you belong but as long as you continue holding her hand, you're not gonna get any where" my mom says and I frown.

"Is it because we're mean towards you because we can stop" I say and she laughs. "You two just need to spend some time with her people besides yourselves. From what I've been noticing, it seems to be happening" she comments as she walks away towards the kitchen.

How could anyone think that. Most siblings fight with each other and their parents get so mad. Lydia and I don't fight, we love each other so our parents should be happy but of course they are not because nothing is ever good enough for them.

I haven't even spoken to Scott, Stiles or Allison since the night at the ice rink.