Blackness. That was all Lydia could see. She reached her hand out in front of her, but felt nothing.
"Hello?" Lydia called out. She turned around and looked into the darkness, "Is anybody there?". She heard nothing. Where am I, she thought. There was a huge flash of light above her. Lydia quickly looked up and saw a bright light shining down onto her. She had to squint to look around because the light was so bright. She turned her head away, searching for something to tell her where she was. Still there was nothing. All of a sudden, the light flashed and Lydia rushed to cover her head. When she moved her arms away from her face, she was face to face with a man. Horrified, Lydia jumped back. Before she let her fight or flight instincts take over, she realized who the man was.
"Scott! Thank God you're here! Where are we?" Lydia asked Scott as she ran up to him. Scott didn't move at all. He just stood there, staring straight out in front of him. "Scott?" Lydia reached out to grab his arm, but her hand passed right through him. Lydia gasped and retracted her hand. "Scott!", cried Lydia and tried to touch him again. Once again, her hand passed though him. It was as if he was made of air. She looked closely at his face and noticed that his eyes were black - just like the blackness she saw when she first came to this place.
His body began to fade in front of her. Without thinking, Lydia tried to grab at him again. "Scott! What's going on!?", Lydia cried out. Tears were steaming down her face as she tried to get his attention. All of a sudden Scott turned his gaze onto her, staring directly into her eyes. His face showed no trace of joy or recognition.
"Scott who?" he asked Lydia. Lydia stared with horror at what looked like Scott. This isn't Scott, she thought. Lydia froze. Wait a minute, she thought, that doesn't sound like Scott. The fading form of Scott tilted his head and took a step closer to Lydia, "Scott who?". Lydia took a nervous step back. "Scott who?" He repeated with a blank expression.
Out of shock, Lydia stopped moving. She stared at Scott with wide eyes. It wasn't Scott's voice speaking, Lydia realized, it was Stiles'. The voice sounded like Stiles. Why does Scott sound like Stiles, she thought. Lydia could feel the panic spreading through her body. Her breathing quickened as tears continued to fall.
A sob escaped from her chest as she started to back away again. "What the hell is going on?" she screamed at the form in front of her. "This isn't real. You're not real!" she yelled in between sobs. The light flashed again and Lydia screamed. When she turned to looked back at Scott, he wasn't there. Instead, it was Stiles.
"Scott who?" he asked with the same blank expression that Scott had a few seconds ago. Her mind was swimming with confusion. "Stiles?" Lydia took a small step towards his still form. "What are yo-?
Before she could finish, she felt something hit her in the back of her head. Before she could blink, everything went black.
Lydia jumped up in bed, sobbing. Immediately she placed a hand to the back of her head. There was no bump. She turned and looked at the clock. It was 6:00am. Lydia took a deep breath, trying to clam her racing heart beat. Something is wrong, she thought. She knew it was a dream, but there was something that felt off. Without another thought she grabbed her phone. I should text Scott and Stiles, she thought. Lydia hoped they were alright.
Looking though her messages, she noticed that Stiles had sent her a blank message. Images flooded back into her mind from the dream. She wondered why it was Stiles's voice coming out of Scott's fading body. Why did I dream that, she wondered. Her vibrating phone brought her back to the present. It was another blank text message from Stiles. Before she had the chance to type, she felt a cold chill run though her body. She froze. Why did Scott not know who he was, she wondered. Why did he sound like Stiles? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Why did Stiles not know who Scott was? Lydia looked down at her hands. She hadn't realized that they were trembling.
Lydia pushed the covers off and rushed towards the shower. She had to get ready for school. She was suppose to help Stiles with Biology during their spare morning class. She felt some relief knowing that she would see both Scott and Stiles soon.
In the bathroom, Lydia looked at herself in the mirror. I have to tell them about my dream, she decided. She tried not to dwell on the dream as she got ready, but it was really bothering her. Lydia shook herself and sighed. "Just forget about it Lydia" she told herself out loud. Somewhere deep down, she knew that she couldn't leave it alone. Something was wrong, and she felt it. Just as she always does.