Chapter 2:
Lydia was sat at her usual lunch table in the cafeteria surrounded by her friends, they were all smiling and talking to her yet for some reason she couldn't seem to remember their names or how she knew them. She watched as Allison walked up to their table yet before she could sit down Lydia jumped up from her seat getting Allison's attention.
"Hey, take a walk with me." Lydia said, walking around the table and hooking her arm with Allison's. Allison merely followed along not questioning Lydia's antics. Lydia didn't stop walking until she found an empty classroom. She dragged Allison in before closing and locking the door behind her.
"What are you doing?" Allison asked confused. Lydia turned around to Allison, trying to think of a good excuse for her actions this morning before she decided to just come clean.
"There's something wrong with me." Lydia admitted, Allison looked at Lydia before chuckling to herself.
"Lydia, it's senior year. There is something wrong with everyone. Just give yourself time and when we graduate you will find your place in the world and everything will be okay." Lydia just looked at Allison in shock, she really thought Lydia was referring to her not being able to find herself in high school? What the heck?
"No, I mean that for the past week something hasn't been right."
"You're not on your period, are you? Or maybe you just haven't had sex in a while?" Allison suggested. Lydia let out a breath trying to remain calm, for some reason she felt like screaming.
"Allison, be serious please. I mean that for the past week I have been having the same dream about a guy I have never met before, I have been waiting at a locker every morning waiting for someone to turn up and when I look at Scott McCall I feel like we are meant to be friends and yet we aren't because he has no friends and then when I-" Lydia stopped talking when she realised what she was about to reveal about what she felt whenever she looked at Allison and Aiden.
"Lydia, I have no idea what you are going on about. Until today I had never seen you talk to Scott McCall before, and these dreams? They are just dreams!"
"But that's the thing Allison! I don't think they are dreams, they feel like memories." Lydia admitted. Allison walked towards Lydia, placing her hands comfortingly on her shoulders.
"Lydia, they're just dreams ok! You said it yourself you never met the guy you keep dreaming about. Just drop it." Allison said before stepping around Lydia, she was about to unlock the classroom door before Lydia's words stopped her.
"In these dreams, you're dead. And it's not just you, Aiden is dead as well and every time I look at the both of you I feel like you aren't meant to be here. Like you're a figment of my imagination." Lydia admitted, she was scared to face Allison, scared that Allison would see the truth written on her face and that she would lose her best friend. Allison didn't say anything, instead she just opened the classroom door and left.
*Remember I love you*
Lydia sat at her makeup table applying the last of her makeup before going to Allison's party. After Allison left Lydia in the classroom Lydia rushed home, unable to stay at the school. She didn't understand why she felt the way she did about everyone and why she was having the dreams. She wanted answers and she was going to get them.
Finished getting ready Lydia grabbed her car keys and purse before rushing out of her house. The address already programmed into her navigation system. It only took ten minutes until she reached her destination. Lydia parked the car on the empty driveway and walked up to the front door. She didn't wait long until Scott answered. He stood there in a pair of sweatpants, his hair damp from the shower he obviously just got out of. His naked chest wasn't that bad of a sight.
"Lydia! What are you doing here?" Scott asked in shock at seeing who was at his front door. He couldn't remember the last time he had a girl his age at his house.
"I told you I was going to pick you up for the party!" Scott looked away sheepishly.
"Yeah about that, I don't think I'm going to go." Scott admitted.
"Why not? It's going to be amazing!" Lydia said with fake enthusiasm, Scott looked at Lydia clearly not buying her act.
"I just haven't felt well this week is all." Lydia looked closely at Scott, he didn't look physically sick yet from the way he looked away from Allison today he could be dealing with the same thing she was going through.
"Like people are where they shouldn't be?" Lydia asked, she came here for answers and she wasn't leaving until she got them. Scott looked at Lydia in disbelief, and in that quick glance was all the confirmation Lydia needed, something wasn't right with Beacon Hills and it was affecting them.
Scott opened the door a bit wider and stepped to the side.
"I think you should come inside." Scott said before Lydia walked through his door nervously. She felt like she had been in here before, without thinking she reached her hand out to hold something. She had been doing it all week without realising, she knew what she was looking for wasn't there and yet every time she reached her hand out this week either Allison or Aiden grabbed her hand and not in the comforting manner she wanted.
"Do you want something to drink?" Scott asked as she followed him into the lounge room.
"No thanks, where's your mum?" Lydia asked taking a seat on the lounge.
"Work." Lydia looked around the lounge room, this was her first time in Scott's house and yet it felt like a second home to her, like it was a headquarters of sorts.
"What's been happening to you this week?" Scott inquired, Lydia looked up catching Scott's eye. She knew she couldn't lie to him.
"I've felt like I've been waiting for someone and they never turn up. I've been having dreams of the same guy and yet I've never met him! And when I look at Allison and Aiden it feels as though-"
"As though they should be dead." Scott finished. "I've been feeling the same thing. I haven't been having the dreams though, but I've been waiting for someone I just don't know who."
"Why are we the ones affected? Whose missing?" Lydia cried out mostly to herself.
"I don't know, but I think Allison and Aiden are here because we are missing someone, like they're a replacement." Lydia looked at Scott in shock, how could he think that Allison and Aiden were replacements? They were everything to her!
"So, what? This person leaves and then all of sudden Allison and Aiden appear?"
"I mean it's possible." Lydia jumped up from her seat on the couch frustrated at what Scott was implying. "Lydia?"
"If this person is so important to me why would I replace them? Why would I not want them in my life? I mean I feel like, like I."
"Like you what?" Scott asked stepping up in front of Lydia, he was looking at her like she herself was lost, like she was missing. And maybe she was, maybe the person she was missing made her lost.
"Like I loved them!" Lydia yelled. "I feel like I loved this person and all week I have been looking for them, but I don't even know who I'm looking for! Why did they leave? Why can't I remember them?" Lydia asked Scott, tears falling down her face. She was glad she wore water proof makeup today.
"Lydia, I don't know why we're missing this person, but I think Allison and Aiden are the reason we can't remember them." Scott said calmly, trying to comfort Lydia. Lydia looked at Scott, she was missing someone and the two people that made her forget her pain were the reason she couldn't remember. Lydia slapped Scott across the face before she registered what she was doing.
"They love me and help ease the pain of forgetting, they are not the reason why someone has left." Lydia growled out before turning to the front door. Scott chased after her grabbing her arm in his hand gently.
"Just stop, please Lydia. Think of what you just said. They help ease the pain of you forgetting. They may not be the cause of this, but they are related to it." Lydia pulled her arm out of Scott's grasp, pulling the front door open she stormed out the house her tears falling freely down her face.
Lydia reached her car, slamming the door shut once she was in the driver's side. She couldn't stop crying, she gripped the steering wheel trying to bite down the feeling of wanting to scream.