It was so cold.

I couldn't feel Stiles' warmth around me..

I couldn't hear his heart beat.

I sat up quickly and studied the room that held me captive.

"Stiles?" I whispered crawling towards the only light in the room.

In the glimmer of light shown a mirror. I crept over in fear of what might be in the reflection.

I turned slowly to see a figure behind me.

I proceeded to shut my eyes in hopes of the figure just being a mere hallucination. But, as I shut my eyes light blazed into the room that surrounded me.

I abruptly turned to the figure behind me to see a man in sunglasses holding a cane.

"Ah, yes. Lydia," he said collectively tracing his fingertips down the length of the cane he held.

"Who-who are you?" I breathed, brushing my hair out of my face.

He just smiled and walked closer to me.

"I-I said.. Who are you?!" I yelled backing up as he got even closer.

He traced his hand over my cheek and smiled,"Oh, Miss. Martin.. Let's not get in a tizzy. No one likes a Drama Queen."

He breathed onto my neck and signed,"Ah, yes. You were a great investment."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I whimpered closing my eyes,"This is just a dream.. This is just a dream.. This is just a-"

His deep laughter cut into my words like a knife,"You little bitch."

I gasped at the stranger's cruel words.

"This isn't a dream, love." He smiled taking my head a banging it on the grey wall behind me.

I slipped into a hazy state of mind.

I smelled spearmint.

I smelled his sweat.

I felt his soft skin brush against me.

And then a scream.

I deep scream.

And the sound of footsteps. Lots of footsteps.

I heard my name.

My name?

What is my name?

"Lydia," a muffled voice said.

It was so.. so familiar.

So familiar..

I tried to move. I tried to see, but I couldn't.

I'm dying..

Or at least I think I'm dying..

Then the muffled scream rang out again.

"Lydia!" I distinctly heard my name.

"Don't you die on me, Lydia!" A voice shouted.

"Pick her up!" another voice yelled.

I felt my body move, I was being picked up.

"Fucking shit, Lydia. Wake up!" Another voice yelled.

A voice whispered into my ear,"Don't you die on me, Lydia."

Then everything went black.