what if in season five, lydia’s losing her sanity, little by little.
it started in the summer.
just tiny things that she should’ve known better than to dismiss, given the circumstances. cold sweats, hot flashes, whispers in the back of her mind that rang out like sirens against the quiet that had been present for so long. she’d close her eyes tightly and blink them away, snapping back into reality abruptly. and somehow, she’d get away with no one noticing. scott and kira are laughing with stiles and malia, and her grimace of pain is passed off as a sarcastic eye roll.
(there was that one time though, that one time that she opens her eyes to stiles watching her with that look on his face, and for a second she sees him shift towards her.
help me tries to claw its way out of her lungs, but then he shakes his head and turns away, and her pride guts the words and lays waste to them altogether)
when she walks into school on the first day of classes, there’s silence. she blends into the roar of the crowd but it’s quiet, and she’s comfortable.
looking back, she thinks she probably should’ve sensed the irony.
her life becomes a loop of horror, winding around her throat and choking out her screams, shoving them all into the depths of her mind and shattering any semblance of control that she has. she starts mistrusting her eyes, afraid to blink lest something is stolen from her again. she keeps them pried open until she can’t anymore, but the darkness told her lies. she’s so sick of the lies.
she starts to think that there’s no point in opening her eyes at all.
she can look all she wants but she’ll never see.
she blinks. she’s at home. she blinks. she’s shaking in a field with blood on her hands. she blinks. she’s screaming, ripping her throat raw (she can’t even tell who’s dead at this point). she blinks. she’s kissing stiles wrapped up around him on his bed, falling into his warmth forever. she blinks. she can’t tell what’s real anymore.
she’s strapped to a bed in eichen house.