Lydia Martin is a survivor. (idontneedtohide) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-01-02 17:28:00 |
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The first thing that Lydia registered was that she was freezing. Before the haziness in her mind or the uncomfortable feeling of delirium lifted, she just knew she was covered with goosebumps and shivering. Blinking a few times, Lydia stared at the scenery around her which might have been pretty if she wasn’t terrified. Lydia had no idea where she was, why she was here or how she even got here. When an icy breeze circled around her, Lydia realised she wasn’t even wearing anything. In the back of her mind, Lydia knew she should be embarrassed but the fact that someone might have kidnapped her and done… No, Lydia didn’t want to think about that. Part of her wanted to cry, but her rational mind told her that she could cry when she was safe. As she walked through the dead leaves, eyes turned downward to watch for anything that could hurt her when stepped on, Lydia was determined to make her way out of this nothingness. Occasionally, she looked up, trying to point out any landmarks she might have seen over the tree line, or, if she had started going in circles. There wasn’t much for her to determine her location, and not enough time had passed to see in which direction the sun was setting. At the same time, that wasn’t likely to help her anyway, as she didn’t know if east or west were directions that could help her, which one led out of the woods and which one didn’t. With her arms wrapped tightly around herself to attempt to keep some of her body heat, Lydia tried to remember anything about this place or how she ended up here. The last place Lydia remembered being was her apartment. Lydia remembered her phone in the background playing music off of Spotify, remembered getting out of the shower and looking in the mirror, but after that, everything seemed foggy. Somewhere behind her, a twig snapped and she whipped around, heart racing. Though she was terrified the dark, bestial figure of the Alpha would be standing there, she needed to see. No matter what direction she looked in, however, no bright red eyes glowed in the dim light under the canopy. Lydia just kept walking, a feeling of dread rising in her. It was then Lydia remembered a little more. Standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom, Lydia had wiped away the mist that obscured her image, except what she saw wasn’t what she expected. She looked like she had in her dreams that night of the Winter Formal, her hair was dry and styled, she had that same dress on. It was then she heard a growl from where the shower was. Pulling back the curtain, she was met with the sight of fangs and red eyes, all set in a familiar face. After that, all she remembered was heading towards the door, screaming the same kind of silencing scream she’d been having lately. The banshee scream. Lydia raised her head, hoping there was something to give her hope that she was heading in the right direction. She tried to listen for the sounds of passing cars, but all she could hear was the dull roar of the forest accompanied by the almost silent, constant whispering she had started to hear lately. Lydia couldn’t hear them too well right now, though she knew how to change that. The problem was that she was too afraid to hear them. Suddenly, Lydia thought she heard something, but she was so tired and cold and she couldn’t focus on it. Overwhelmed by the idea that it could be the Alpha, that he was finally chasing her down, she tried to move faster, tried to ignore the sounds as they got louder. |