Lydia Martin is a survivor. (idontneedtohide) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-06 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | cora hale, lydia martin |
Characters: Lydia Martin + Cora Hale.
Location: Starts in their apartment, quickly turns into the ED.
Time: 6 November, middle of the night.
Warnings: Blood, injuries.
Summary: Lydia’s dreams turn really terrifying.
Status: Closed, incomplete.
For a while now, Lydia’s dreams had been getting worse and worse. After that initial dream about that huge thing bursting through the video store window, they only got worse from there. A couple nights, she just had that same dream over and over, seeing that terrifying beast jump out towards her and she woke up feeling like her entire body was tense and exhausted, as if she had been running miles in her sleep. Once or twice, she had woken up feeling like she was high on anti anxiety medications, something that seemed to come over from the dreams too. Lydia felt like she was going insane because she kept feeling like whatever that monster was, it was following her, like it was always in the corners of her vision. When she had that dream where she was trapped in the school with it alongside Jackson, Allison, Stiles and Scott, she started worrying that it was lurking in the ends of dark hallways. It was hard to convince herself that it wasn’t there, that she wouldn’t turn a corner and that dark shadow would be standing there, staring her down with bright red eyes. For the past couple weeks, Lydia had been living in a constant state of terror and she was afraid to talk about it. She was afraid that she would worry Cora if she posted about it. She was afraid to hear I told you sos from people she didn’t want to harp on her. Lydia knew she should have said something, but she was just too scared. Instead, she tried to focus on school, made herself focus on her papers and exams and sometimes that worked. It was only when she was walking to class, or driving home or trying to go to sleep that she felt that fear come back. It was always in moments where she was alone, where there was no one talking to her or no one around that she felt like it was watching her. Even though Christine had told her that figuring out what it was in her dreams would help, Lydia didn’t want to ask people what it was. Allison seemed to know, or at least the Allison in her dreams had an idea. Stiles had obviously dreamt about all of this already. But Lydia was afraid to learn what it was that was haunting her. She didn’t want to give it a name because that would make it real. Despite the fact that she felt like she was slowly going insane, she didn’t want to bring it further into the real world. Tonight, when she and Cora and gone into their respective rooms, Lydia, like always, tried to keep herself awake. Something in her bones made her more scared to fall asleep than usual. Last night’s dream had been the Winter Formal, it had been so simple and non-threatening that Lydia felt nervous the whole rest of the day. Now that she was close to the next dream, she was afraid that her sense of foreboding would prove to be true, that something worse was coming. So, instead, she was sitting up in her bed, all the lights on and her iPhone in her hands, playing game after game of solitaire, playing electronic music in her earbuds. Eventually, despite her best efforts, Lydia fell asleep, slumped awkwardly in her bed, still backed up against the headboard with the overhead light on. Not that she noticed. Opening her eyes, Lydia was blinded for a couple seconds before her eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the huge systems used to light fields. She didn’t need to really look around for long to realise that it was the lacrosse field of the Beacon Hills High School. She was wearing the dress from the Winter Formal and she was out here in the middle of the night looking for Jackson. Around her, each of the huge stadium lights turned on, one by one and she was terrified. This was a Dream. It was a Dream and she couldn’t do anything but be scared and stay on this predetermined path that she couldn’t alter. All she wanted to do was run, but her legs just kept her rooted to the ground, turning in place just to watch each of the lights come on. Lydia turned one more time and silhouetted against the bright lights, she saw someone standing there. Without wanting to, she called out to the person, called out to who she thought was Jackson, but the other person didn’t respond. No, they stalked towards her like some kind of animal, tall and dark and silent and Lydia willed her legs to move and still nothing. Weakly, she called out to who she hoped was Jackson when a familiar voice screamed from across the field. Turning towards the sound she saw Stiles running towards her. Spinning around again, she came face to face with an even more familiar face. For an instant, Lydia didn’t feel afraid. She wanted to say something but then his face twisted into a mass of terrible fangs and red eyes and Lydia couldn’t even scream. The next part was an out of body experience. There was pain and the smell of blood, the sound of her heartbeat and the sounds of footsteps falling on the hard ground of the lacrosse field. She couldn’t make out any voices or if there were any. She couldn’t see anything except that twisted face. It was burned into her eyelids and she tried to remember anything else as she woke up screaming. Lydia only managed to shout Cora’s name once before her eyes rolled back in her head, body slumping awkwardly back onto the headboard, completely surrounded in blood and carrying her injuries from her dream. |