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Who Am I?
UghâŠhe was the worst. No, he didnât, but another one didâŠI didnât turn though. Itâs strange, either you turn into a werewolf or dieâŠI donât know what I am.
You donât smell like a werewolf⊠so many youâre immune?
Maybe I am...does that mean I'm deficient? Like, I can't be a werewolf? Am I broken?
Lost Shoes || Lydia & Blaine
"No, I didnât seen anyone" Blaine shook his head, pouting slightly that he missed out on seeing someone. He was lonely here, with his addled brain, it was a thought that presented itself. He only had Lydia, Derek, Z and Allison, he didnât have his family, his friends. He was alone.
"Did you see the shoe ghost?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and ducking around the corner, looking for himself.
"Oh..." Lydia breathed out, taking another look up and down the hallway. "Maybe I did, Blaine...maybe I saw the shoe ghost." She was scared now, she didn't knowwhether this was a hallucination or just bad timing on that doctor's part.
She turned around to Blaine with a fake smile on her face. "It doesn't matter, Sweetie." She said. "Thanks for finding my shoes, now let's get back to your room, I don't want the nurses to catch us out here." Part if it was the truth, but she knew that later she was going to come back and try to find the rest of her shoes.
Who Am I?
Sounds like a really horrid werewolf. Though, Iâm sure most of them arenât exactly nice. Did he bite you?
Ugh...he was the worst. No, he didn't, but another one did...I didn't turn though. It's strange, either you turn into a werewolf or die...I don't know what I am.
Who Am I?
O-Oh⊠well if he might have hurt others, then I can understand. But sometimes, you know⊠people canât help hurting others. They donât mean to, or want to, but sometimes something takes over. Iâm not defending him! Or making excuses b-but what would you do if someone hadnât meant to do it?
I know what you mean, don't worry Sweetie, I know you're not defending him. He planned it all. He had me stay late behind school, kept making excuses so I couldn't go home, then he trapped me in one of the science labs and...well, you know the rest. I'd never hurt someone who was innocent.
Lost Shoes || Lydia & Blaine
"We could, itâs like a treasure hunt, though a bad one for not having a map" Blaine explained like it was obvious, didnât she hear him thinking that earlier?
"Ghost shoes" Blaine responded, unlinking their arms to walk forward and pick them up, flipping them over and walking back to hand them to Lydia. "Found your shoes, didnât need the map."
She watched as Blaine moved and picked up her shoes. Something didn't feel right. She took the shoes from Blaine and turned around when she heard shuffling from behind her.She caught the end of a lab coat swishing around the corner. "Blaine..." She said, waving her hand at him, before taking off after the coat.
She turned the corner and stopped...there was no one there. She looked down the opposite direction. No one there either. "Blaine." She said again, louder this time. "Something strange is going on...did you see the person in the lab coat?" She looked at him questioningly.
Who Am I?
No no, I mean, I have a few scars, but Alice and I came out alright. The other car was fine too I think, or at least, thatâs what the police told me. Werewolf⊠thatâs⊠thatâs not crazy at all actually. Setting them on fire might⊠um⊠have been a step to far though?
Well that's good I suppose. I have a scar on my side from the attack. Setting them on fire is the only way to kill them...at least that's the only way I know how to. He attacked me! In the middle of school...I was terrified, I didn't know what else to do. He could have hurt someone else.
Who Am I?
Interesting. Iâm from California, never really been out of state so itâs nice to talk to someone different. What are you in here forâŠI mean, if you donât mind me asking?
Really? Maybe you can go explore once your out of this place? IâŠ. honestly? A car accident seemed to start it all. I got a bit angry at my family after it, and the mood swings got me sent here. Alice said I shouldnât come, but my family overruled her. What about you?
Yeah...when I get out I here. Oh, I'm sorry, no one was badly injured were they? Well, I was attacked by a werewolf, crazy, I know, but it happened. Now I have hallucinations and nightmares about it...oh, and I also set my werewolf teacher on fire.
Who Am I?
Itâs fine, Sweetie, donât worry. And weâll have less if the âMissâ thank you very much. Itâs LydiaâŠLydia Martin. Where are you from? You talk a bit peculiar.
Lydia, itâs a pleasure. Iâm from Texas, my family is English, so it was a bit of a strange upbringing there. I⊠um, I think thatâs a compliment, or Iâll take it as one. Thank you.
Interesting. I'm from California, never really been out of state so it's nice to talk to someone different. What are you in here for...I mean, if you don't mind me asking?
Who Am I?
Well, someoneâs obviously been lying to you, Honey. Iâm sorry, but the doctors are no good in here, but donât you worry, Iâll take care of you.
Oh hell⊠thank you miss. Sorry, Iâm Jasper, thank you for saying youâll look after me. Iâll⊠well, Iâll try and look after you too.
It's fine, Sweetie, don't worry. And we'll have less if the 'Miss' thank you very much. It's Lydia...Lydia Martin. Where are you from? You talk a bit peculiar.
The TV doesn't need to be that loud!
Itâs not Stiles is it? God knows that boy loves his cartoons. Just try to ignoreâŠor better yet, why donât you and I have a nice, loud conversationâŠthey wonât be able to enjoy the show if theyâre listening to us talking.
Oh no, itâs not Stiles. I wouldnât care if it was Stiles, if anything, Iâd throw a book at him and tell him to turn it down. I think that would be perfect and when they are distracted, we steal the remote.
I think we've just hatched a plan. Ooh speaking of things to discuss...have you met Isaac yet? He tried a line on me, it was adorable.
Lydia watched as her friend practically bounced out of his skin, then set his face in a serious expression as he glanced around the hallway. âBlaine, Honey.â Lydia said, pulling her arm out of his and settling both her hands on his shoulders. âYouâre worrying me a little bit....
Lydia rolled her eyes at him and allowed herself to be pulled along as he started repeating the word 'shoes'. "Sweetie, I don't think we'll be able to find them if we just wander around." She said, trying to think where they could be.
She re-linked there arms and was about to ask Blaine about the group therapy, when they turned a corner and there in the middle of the corridor, sat a pair of Lydia's pumps. She froze. This must be some sort of game, she thought. "Okay...that's a bit creepy." She said, tightening her grip on Blaine's arm.
Who Am I?
Oh, Honey. Youâre not gonna find any comfort here. Not with these doctors.
O-OhâŠ. Itâs not that bad, is it? I was told this was a nice place?
Well, someone's obviously been lying to you, Honey. I'm sorry, but the doctors are no good in here, but don't you worry, I'll take care of you.
How the hell did I end up in the pool again?
I donât know, Sweetie. Did you decide to go for a late night dip?Â
I donât know. Care to jog my memory tonight?
Ooh...was that a line? Aww, my sweet Cherub, it's gonna take more than that to get me interested.
Lost shoes| Lydia & Blaine
"Iâm fine! Just hyper" Blaine nodded, grinning as Lydia linked their arms and walked with her, humming âWeâre off to see the wizardâ under his breath. He nodded at her question.
"I think so, not sure though, I think so though" Blaine rambled, looking around for Lydiaâs shoes, wondering if they were in plain sight or hidden, like a treasure hunt, a bad one because they didnât leave a map. They werenât very good at treasure hunts, Blaine made a mental note to tell Carter that she needed to work on that.
Lydia watched as her friend practically bounced out of his skin, then set his face in a serious expression as he glanced around the hallway. "Blaine, Honey." Lydia said, pulling her arm out of his and settling both her hands on his shoulders. "You're worrying me a little bit. Let me look at your eyes."
She leaned forward her nose almost brushing Blaine's and looked at his pupils. They were blown...so blown, that she was lucky she could see the regular brown shade. "Blaine..." She muttered, slightly angry. What have they done to her friend.
Lost shoes| Lydia & Blaine
Blaine laughed, walking out his room with a grin on his face. He was on the hunt for his old medication, not this new mood stabilisers that seemed more like anti-depressants. He was sure that they had switched his medication and was hiding it but for some reason it was funny.
"Hey Lydia!" he called in a sing-song voice, smiling as he jogged up to catch her. "Why arenât you wearing shoes, are your feet cold? I can help find them!" He nodded in quick succession, a look of determination coming on his face.
Lydia stopped and blinked a few times at Blaine and all his cheerfulness. "Blaine?" She asked. "Are you okay? And yes...someone's stolen my shoes." She crossed her arms and set her face in a frown, but with the way Blaine was looking at her like a an excited puppy, she couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Fine then." She said, rolling her eyes and linking her arms with him. "Let's go find the wizard, Scarecrow." She pulled him down the corridor and watched as he seemed jittery and excited. "New medication?"
Lost shoes| Lydia & Open
It seemed like someone was really trying to piss Lydia off. This morning she had woken up, ready to go down to the REC room, but all her shoes had gone missing. She uses the term 'missing' very loosely, knowing that somebody must have taken them.
That's how she finds herself now, wandering the corridors and asking anyone if they've seen her shoes. The linoleum is cold under her feet and she really just wants to find her shoes, before one of the doctors find her and question her about it. She's not in the mood.
Who Am I?
I remember not why my family decided I needed to be here, but I know there was an accident. Is this a place to recover what memories Iâve lost? Or a temporary fix for comfort?
Oh, Honey. You're not gonna find any comfort here. Not with these doctors.
