Nothing was real any more.
Lydia was prepared to scream for her own death, but she was too weak to do so.
She thought this moment would be scary. Lydia always imagined her last few minutes to be frightening, but it was almost a peaceful feeling. Knowing she wouldn't feel so empty and broken, feeling like her insides had given up.
When she imagined her death, Lydia assumed it would have been during a fight; pack versus monsters. She imagined herself to get involved in the action when Scott, Stiles and Derek specifically told her to stay out of it, for her own safety. She imagined it to be a heroic death, just like Allison's. Saving a pack member from losing their own life. Lydia never thought she'd die alone. But, stumbling across this deserted island, dying, on her last breath, that had in fact became reality.
Her eyes were fixated on nothing. Just the heat waves far ahead of her, floating above the dried land. The strength of the sun had become numb on her skin, and the pain of her infected and swelling ankle was no longer there. Nothing felt real, nothing felt solid. Lydia felt as if she was floating above this piece of land, weightless, slowly lifting up towards the sky.
How long she had been walking, Lydia couldn't tell. Her bag was skating across the floor behind her as she dragged her legs towards a destination she wasn't quite sure of. But she intended on walking until she let out her last breath, whether it be ten minutes, or ten hours-
She was falling.
Why was she falling? It was a hill, a cliff.
Rocks were digging in to her back, her chest, her skull. She was rolling down a cliff. Why hadn't she seen the cliff?
It was game over for her now, she was sure of it. She couldn't even yell out in pain, her body was too far gone. She just closed her eyes, knowing that once she impacted with the ground, that was it.
She toppled faster and faster, flashes of Stiles in her mind; laughing, singing, kissing her, hugging her. All good last memories. And when she fell onto what felt like sand, his smile was still plastered in her mind.
She'd survived the fall, but she knew she was finished. At least it was a little bit of action.
The pain on the back of her head felt sticky and numb, she couldn't survive this one. Slowly brushing her finger tips across the sand, Lydia looked up to the bright blue sky where the sun sat, slowly waiting for death to take her.
She smiled, closed her eyes and took her final breath.
"I'm coming, Allison."