Lydia knew the moment it happened. She was sitting in her room doing her chemistry homework when she suddenly knew she had to be somewhere else. She couldn't focus on her work anymore as faint white noise seemed to overpower her mind. She knew she had to get up and follow the noises. She knew what this meant. Someone was dead. Her gut reaction to this was always to follow the noises- find the bodies. But this was different. She stared at her door and didn't think she could move. This was big and the noise started getting louder, filling up the room around her and forcing her out of her house.
She walked through the streets of Beacon Hills, unable to prepare herself for the death she knew she'd find. She found herself standing in front of Stiles's house. It was completely dark and she didn't need to go inside to know the tragedy was inside. She could feel the scream welling up inside her and she began to cry as she realized she couldn't do this. She didn't want to find this body. She would find any other body… just not this one. She ignored the noises filling her head and ran the opposite way. She didn't know where to go; she just couldn't be the one to find Stiles. She wasn't ready to think about it. She ran back to her house and locked herself in her bedroom. She needed to scream. It was boiling in her stomach and threatening to rip through her throat.
The words- Stiles is dead- filled her mind. She hated that this was her ability. Finding dead bodies was always hard for her, but this one was enough. She didn't want this information. She wanted to be wrong. She had to be wrong. There was no threat against the pack; there were no random murders or special sacrifices. No one should be dead.
She thought about the others. Someone would have to find him. Someone would have to tell the rest of the pack. Lydia pulled her phone out of her pocket and stared at it. It wasn't fair that she was always the one to break the news of death. She tossed her phone on her bed, deciding that she couldn't be the one to do this.
She finally closed her eyes and let a scream emanate from her body. Her small body shook as any mirrors and glass around her room broke. As the last of her scream escaped her mouth, she collapsed on the floor of her bedroom.