This chapter is short, the next ones will be longer. Let me know how you find my story :)
Chapter 1: Back to the Place Where I Belong
It's been 10 years since the last time Lydia Martin saw her high-school friends. It wasn't really that she wanted to stay away from them, but the thought of living in Beacon Hills, where so many painful things happened, was more than enough to keep her away from that place. So after talking with her mother, she went to live with her dad until she was able to have her own place.
The truth is that after those two nights 10 years ago she stopped caring about anything in her life. Her best friend and boyfriend had died. Two of the three most important people in her life were gone.
At first, she was in denial; she couldn't believe they were dead. Then, came the anger. She was mad at herself, thinking that it was her fault Allison had died. If she'd been quicker she would have warned her best friend. But she didn't. And Ali wasn't there anymore. Or was she?
Sometimes she felt like she was being followed by someone, someone like a ghost. It was like wherever she went, she was never alone, even when no one else was visible. All the psychiatrists she went to said it was a side effect of losing a person close to you, but Lydia knew better. She had been a witness to so many weird stuff happening, that normal people weren't aware of.
She firmly believed that it was a ghost following her. And whose ghost would it be, if not her best friend's or boyfriend's? It wasn't that she didn't know about supernatural creatures, especially when being one herself.
However, Lydia hadn't experienced her Banshee powers since sophomore year. This was also one of the other reasons she didn't want to return in Beacon Hills now. Not being warned everytime someone was about to die was a huge relief to her.
But, now, she needed to go home. A place, which didn't feel like home anymore. Her mother was sick, very sick, and she needed her daughter. Lydia was terrified. Terrified for her mother's health, terrified to see her old friends again (well, what remained of them), but mostly terrified to encounter one of them especially.
Stiles Stilinski. Only thinking his name, gave her goosebumps. Like with the rest of her friends, she hadn't seen him in over 10 years, but somehow he never left her mind. It wasn't like she loved him or something, just that they had been really close once.
Lydia was having all these thoughts, while driving to Beacon Hills. It would have been easier for her to come by plane, but she loved driving.
The traffic light turned red and Lydia stopped the car. She felt someone watching her –not like that ghost thing- and she slowly turned around. Beside her car, another one had stopped.
Her stomach twisted when she saw who the driver was. Stiles Stilinski was staring at her with a confused look on his face. Then he started smiling, with that goofy smile of his.
Lydia Martin felt herself smiling after a very long time.