her fight and fury is fiery

Lydia Martin. Eighteen. Student at BHHS

[dreamedlcves]

“How what, Lydia? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

[oh-my--lydia]

“That’s....you’re here?”

[dreamedlcves]

“Well, what would you like me to say? This is real and it’s happening.”

[oh-my--lydia]

“Ally? That’s....how?”

[cosmic-cosima-ash]

I could probably get a scholarship with cheerleading, but I don’t want to do that forever. If only I could so something with Star Wars. My life would be set.

[oh-my--lydia]

Maybe something with creative writing? Journalism so you could report on the new stuff with Star Wars?

[cosmic-cosima-ash]

A lot of people my age already know what they want to do with their futures. I have no idea. Makes me feel behind.

[oh-my--lydia]

It’s not bad. You’re not the only one who doesn’t know what to do. 

[theharleymonroe-deactivated2017]

I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. 

[oh-my--lydia]

I hope so. It’s annoying as hell not knowing what’s going on in my own head. 

[theharleymonroe-deactivated2017]

But you aren’t like everyone. 

[oh-my--lydia]

I’m not. It’s harder for me to do that. 

[cosmic-cosima-ash]

Oh wow. I wish I was smart enough to get into those schools. I haven’t even started looking yet, but I still have next year. I’m sure you’ll get into every school you apply for, though.

[oh-my--lydia]

You’ve got time. You don’t have to worry about it now. Just start thinking about what you want in a school and go from there. 

[cosmic-cosima-ash]

Wow, those are pretty great schools. They’d be lucky to have you.

[oh-my--lydia]

I hope so. MIT is still the top school and then Stanford’s second. Berkley is great but those two have always been the dream. 

[theharleymonroe-deactivated2017]

Getting into university is one part. What about afterwards

[oh-my--lydia]

After I do what everyone does. Try and make it through. 

[theharleymonroe-deactivated2017]

Hm.. Such high aspirations you have Red

[oh-my--lydia]

It’s not aspirations if they’ll happen. 

[keep-going-stiles]

Stiles let out a breath when he realized it was just Lydia; his eyes falling closed as he composed himself. “Lydia what are you doing here?” He asked raking a hand down his face. His heart beat was returning to normal.  He caught himself having come off as irritated in his now slight state of panic  and added “Is everything okay?” 

[oh-my--lydia]

Lydia nodded her head, still trying to process in her head what had happened. She hated the fog she got when she was lead somewhere. She still hadn’t figured out a way to make it stop. “I’m fine,” she said quietly. “I....your dad found me outside. I don’t even remember coming here. And he was okay so I had to check on you.” She was suddenly thankful that Stiles couldn’t tell how fast her heart was beating. “I had to make sure you were okay.” 

[feelsepic-deactivated20170829]

“Already ?? I haven’t even finished my math homework.”

[oh-my--lydia]

“I’ve had them in for a few weeks now. Berkley was the first to let me know. I’ve still got a bit to wait to hear from Stanford and MIT.”

[oh-my--lydia]

First college in. Now just to hear back from Stanford and MIT. 

[keep-going-stiles]

It was a few nights without much sleep straight now. Some nights were better than others but this was a string of bad. Stiles constantly had that feeling of paranoid anxiety lately and it was starting to take a toll but he was trying to keep it together. Maybe it didn’t look like it with the way he jolted up out of bed that night at whatever random thing decided to go bump in the night, but he was trying. He squinted into the darkness of his room hoping he was just being paranoid. “ Hey.” he paused  moment, listening. “I  have a bat and i’m not afraid to use it.” he offered up the information just in case.

[oh-my--lydia]

Lydia leaned against the doorway, looking at Stiles. She wasn’t sure what happened. She had been awake, just going for a walk around the block to try and make her tired when she wound up at Stiles’ house. The Sherrif came outside after she had been there for a few minutes, snapping her house of her daze. She went inside, going upstairs to see if Stiles had been the reason she was there. She practically ran, needing to see that he was okay. Her heart was in her throat until he spoke. Visibly relaxed, she gave him a small smile. “Just me,” she said softly. “Though I’m not sure a bat would fight most of the things we’ve faced.” 

[svwyerisms-blog]

Though Lydia still looked flawless like she always did, her fingernails were were noticably shorter, covered with an impeccable coat of lacquer that concealed their jagged look. He could also smell the artificial layer of concealer under her eyes, the thick layer covering the darkness under her eyes, coloring them bright until all that was left was a muted shade of grey.

Realizing her obvious strain, Derek said, ‘look, don’t stress yourself out about it, okay? Scott’s smarter than you give him credit for. There’s only one Lydia, yes, but you have friends. We can alert the others, then figure out a better course of action. You’re more effective when you’re actually awake, you know. Get some sleep.’

[oh-my--lydia]

Lydia silently cursed the way Derek could always tell. It wasn’t fair sometimes. “That’s easier said than done,” she said quietly. “My mind won’t let me sleep. I know I have to get as much done as possible while I still can. I know I’m on a time frame. I know after a while, I’ll end up in Eichen just like every other banshee I know. I don’t have time to be sleeping because I don’t know when that will be.” 

She ran her hand through her hair, shaking just a bit. She had to hold back the tears. She had cried in front of Derek enough for one lifetime. “Sorry. I know you’re just trying to help. You’re right, too. I just...” She took a deep breath. “I don’t want to let everyone down. I know I’m going to at some point but I want to keep that as far away as I can.”

[theharleymonroe-deactivated2017]

”Every time I turn around there is some new supernatural being at this school.” She muttered to herself resting her head on the inside of her locker. 

[oh-my--lydia]

Lydia wasn’t sure she had heard right. “Supernatural?”

[svwyerisms-blog]

‘Huh,’ Derek huffed, ‘if I didn’t; that’d be a little shocking. Look, she doesn’t trust me, okay? Maybe ask to talk in private with her? Let her choose the place so that she feels safe and break it to her slowly. There’s no way she’s going to understand or even believe you, but just food for thought. Planting the idea of it in her head is probably enough for now.’

‘Allison died protecting the citizens of Beacon Hills. Though she was a blood enemy of mine and we didn’t really strike the right chord with each other, her heart was in the right place. I could tell. She doesn’t deserve to have herself played with by the likes of Theo.

‘Also,’ Derek continued, ‘if Theo’s really acting so fearlessly because there’s someone protecting him, then we have to figure out what and fast. We’re just sitting ducks right now, if that’s the case.’

[oh-my--lydia]

“I will,” she said before taking another sip of her coffee. She sat back and looked over at him. “I’ll just explain a few things to her. Scream if I have to.” She sighed softly, rubbing her temples. The voices always got louder when she didn’t sleep much. Sometimes it got to be too much. “She died protecting me,” she said softly. “Everyone was coming to get me. I...I felt her die.” She closed her eyes. “I could feel everything. Physically and emotionally. If it was like that when she died...I don’t know what to do if she comes back.” 

Derek’s words snapped her back into reality. He was right. This Theo kid was terrible news. “How do we find out if he does? Where do we even look?” She opened her eyes. “I don’t know if I can do another Deadpool list. You might have to lock me up in Eichen House earlier than I thought if that’s what this is.”