All rights go to Jeff Davis, Teen Wolf, and MTV.
Could she feel it?
Could she feel every death she screamed?
Could she feel every stab?
Every heartache? Every tear? Every scream?
I wish I could take the pain, the weight of the world on her shoulders. The pain that caused my Lydia to never see the light again. Her whole world is darkness. She puts on this facade that everything is fine, but I can see through it. Her parents are divorced, her family is slipping into economic debt, two loves have left, and the person who matters the most is dead.
How could she be fine?
How could anyone be fine?
Seeing her like this is literally making me go out of my freaking mind.
Could she feel it?
Should I feel it?
I mean I'm her anchor, her tether; the person who is supposed to pull her out of the darkness.
She saved me, shouldn't I be able to save her?
Who I am kidding she doesn't need saving. She's her own hero. She saved me a lot longer than that night our parents were being sacrificed by that crazy English teacher and we had to be apart of some soul sucking ritual to save them. The day we kissed inside that locker room. Now that I think of it, a lot of things have happened in that locker room….
I literally want to scream just thinking about what she goes through.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs, on the top of the world, so everyone can hear.
Hear her pain, hear my pain, hear our pain.
Could she feel it?