Re: Teen Wolf: Lydia/Allison
[Lydia hesitated in the kitchen doorway for a second. Breathe, Lydia, Breathe. Her nerves weren't made for this. A second longer, and then she rushed forward and hugged her friend. She clung to Allison for a few seconds, the hold tight and scared, as much for herself as for Allison, and then she stepped back and glanced over at the knife.
Nonchalant, she opened the island drawer and scooped the knife into it, as if it didn't matter. Out of sight, out of mind.] It was a dream Allison. Just a dream, right? I was asleep, and you were asleep. It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare.
[But nothing was ever just anything anymore, and Lydia knew it. She listened, but the world was quiet. Blissfully, blissfully quiet.]