This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it. The song "Hymn for the Missing" is by the artist Red, and while I can't add the lyrics in to the story for added effect, I'd definitely recommend listening to it while you read. Or any time really, it's a great song. I'm a new writer, so constructive criticism is always welcome. Let me know what you think!
I don't own any intellectual rights to Teen Wolf, the characters, or the song in question. This is a work for entertainment purposes only and no financial gain will be made or sought from this.
After the nogitsune, everyone needed a break, a distraction. Chris and Isaac left for France. Kira learned more about her kitsune powers. Stiles dove into school work. Scott taught Malia control. Derek wasn't answering his phone. But Lydia was another story. The lipstick smiles and shaking of the hips might've fooled the rest of the school but not them. The pack watched as she slowly swirled into a pit of despair. The dark circles under her eyes and the fists that were always scarred and the stench of alcohol surrounding her like an aura.
They would try to get her to listen but Lydia refused. She didn't want their helping because she didn't deserve it. That's what she told herself every night when in the pale moonlight, she would cry of the missing warrior that she called her best friend. Everything she touched burned to ashes just like Allison did. The pack could hear the cries for help clear as day when they would pass by her bedroom window and it tore their hearts to pieces everytime.
When Lydia wasn't at school, (which was a lot), their hearts would stop for a second and they would panic, always thinking the worst. Was she alright? Would they actually ever see her again? But then she would appear and everything would be alright in the world as long as she was safe.
The pack would stare into those haunting green eyes, searching for any sign of the girl that she was before. To the normal eye, they looked empty, like blank canvases. But they saw the explosion of emotions. Anger. Sadness. Loneliness. Grief. Loss. They were all there and begging to be noticed. But they didn't say anything because she was Lydia Martin and she wouldn't open up her walls with the stubbornness she held dearly. That was one thing that would never go away.