After Party Fight

Lydia laid in bed, wide awake like she did every night, trying to figure out if what happened at the party was even real. Everything felt kind of surreal no, always. Ever since Ally had died Lydia felt empty and hollow, nothing made her smile anymore, she couldnt eat or sleep at all. There were only glimpses of her old self, and up until now she'd only seen it around Vincent.
There was something about him that was so intriguing about him. Like.... Like he was strong enough to pick up the piece of her that were left and put her back together. To pick up the pieces Allison, and Stiles, and Jackson and everyone left behind.
Lydia was broken and she hated it. She could barely even look at herslf in the mirror let alone anyone else. Despite this, Lydia got up and started putting her hair in a bun, on her eay to get the chocolate ice cream that was in the fridge. As she walked down the stairs, towards the kitchen, she heard her sister before she really saw her. She didn't want to run into her, but it seemed inevitable considering they live in the same home. Lydia still hesitated before going into the kitchen amd pulling the ice cream out of the fridge.

Word count: 218
Tagged: Valentina Martin

Lydia rummaged through the freezer looking for ice cream. She paused, shocked when she heard her sister's voice, more than that, when she heard the acid that was seeping through every word. She was accusing Lydia of ignoring her, which mind you, she had been, but not for all the reason's Valentina was accusing her off. Lydia almost resented her words. Lydia had always been the person to stand up for Valentina. She'd defended her against their dad, against her mother, against anyone at school who even dared speak a word of the younger Martin. It had been Lydia.

And Valetina kept going, the anger and hate evident in her voice, as she spoke words Lydia never would've believed came out of her sister's mouth unless she was witnessing them. And the worst part is, Valentina was accusing her of avoiding her for some boy. And Lydia resented her even more for it. As the vile rose in Valentina's voice, The sounds inside Lydia's head grew louder, as she closed her eyes tight. Then Valentina accused Lydia of betraying her, and Lydia did something she never let herself do. She snapped.

Lydia turned to her sister, angry, hurt and resentment clear in her eyes and voice. "How dare you. How dare you. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe my best friend just died and It's my fault, because I couldn't predict it early enough to stop it, so I'm trying to handle it the best I can? This soul wrenching guilt? Or that maybe, Dad didn't just leave you, he left me too. Or that Jackson left and teared me to pieces that I'm still trying to pick up. Or that Stiles... Stiles the one person I thought would understand, and maybe we could get through it? He pushed me away and shoved me to the ground when I was weak." Lydia was now trying to swallow the lump in her throat, unable to hide the tears in her eyes as she looked at her sister, the hole in her chest bigger than ever, in this moment.

"Or has it even occurred to you that I have powers too? And that I have no freaking clue what I'm doing? That these voices in my head mean nothing unless I can stop people from being killed, which I obviously can't. So I'm sorry if I decided that maybe going out for one night and doing something for me, to make me feel better was okay. And It didn't even help because it went to hell like everything does in this stupid town. So I'm sorry that I can't be sister of the year right now, when I'm trying not to fall apart every single moment with this hole in my chest and these voices in my head. But I have not betrayed you. Don't you dare say I have." Lydia looked at her sister, who was now blurry due to the tears flooding her eyed. Lydia hated being vulnerable. She hated showing that she wasn't as strong as she pretended to be. So, she slammed the freezer door shut and started walking out of the kitchen. She wasn't hungry anymore. She never was. 

Word count: 534
Tags: Valentina
Notes: This is really long and intense. I cried. I'msorry. 

Lydia watched as her sister's stance softened. Lydia hated herself for pouring it all out on Valentina, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. She couldn't keep pushing everything aside. Lydia heard Valentina's apology and it warmed her heart. She hated how bad her sister felt, and she hated how bad she made her feel.Lydia answered her questions because she felt like she owed her sister that much. "Valentina. I push you away because I... I hate needing people you know? I hate being vulnerable and broken and so.... useless. I figured if I pushed it away long enough, that I'd feel okay. That maybe the hole in my chest would go away..."

Lydia chuckled when she heard her sister mention Stiles and how she was going to hurt him. Lydia looked down, debating weather to tell Valentina the truth or not. Lydia couldn't help it. "Don't hurt him....Despite everything, He's still my Stiles. I... I love him." Lydia knew her feelings for Stiles had always been there, since he saved her life, when they became friends. She has never felt as whole as when she with him, even when hes pushing her away. He's one of the only people who can break her in half. And he has. Lydia knew that her words made her feelings very clear to her sister, But Lydia feels like she owes her sister at least that much. The truth.

Lydia took a deep breathe when Valentina mentioned the Banshee side and looked away. "I just don't know how to make it better or make it go away. Before if I stuck around... certain people....it subsided. But with the way Beacon Hills has been lately there is no off switch." Lydia looked at her sister the tears still evident in her eyes as the crawled down her face.

Lydia then watched her sister go to her room and pull out a small book, then hand it to her. "What's this?" Lydia asked very confused as to what was happening.

Word Count: 340
Tagged: Valentina Martin
Notes: all the feels.