Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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THE DOOR TO LYDIA'S CAR CLICKS OPEN. She steps out with her eyes on her phone as she thumbs a text message, walking briskly across the empty parking lot.
But she stops short.
Slowly peering up, she finds she's not at the store, but at the Beacon Hills Public Pool. Glancing about in confusion, her breath tightens noticeably. And then she spots an object in the darkened pool.
Something floating there.
Inching forward, Lydia tries to make out what it is. With each step, it becomes clearer... a body floating in the water.
"Oh God..." Lydia whispers.
She starts toward it, but then indecision halts her. She looks back to her car. Then to the body in the pool. Finally, she sighs approaching the pool, moving down the side by the lifeguard chair where she kneels at the edge.
"Oh my God, are you dead? Please don't be dead."
She reaches for the body, managing to grab hold of the leg, pulling it toward the moonlight to reveal a CPR mannequin.
"Are you kidding me?" With an irritated breath, she sits up, wiping her wet hands against each other, "Lydia, what the hell are you doing..."
She pauses, peering down at her wet hands. Wet with blood. Gazing at a widening puddle of dark blood around her feet, she follows the trail, slowly turning her head to look up.
Perched in the lifeguard chair is the body of an eighteen year-old boy, wet blood still flowing down his clothes from a horribly slashed throat. As the CPR mannequin drifts silently back in the water, Lydia's terrified scream fills the moonlit night.
...
Stiles's Jeep flies into the lot, pulling in next to Lydia's car. He slams on the brakes and jumps out.
"Lydia? Lydia!"
Past the fence, he finds her hugging herself in the cold.
"I'm okay. That... That over there. Not okay."
Stiles spots the dark figure perched in the lifeguard chair and reaches for his phone, "I'm calling my Dad."
"I already called 9-1-1." Lydia shrugs.
"You called the police before you called me?"
"Actually she called me first."
Stiles jumps as Luna pops up behind him.
"When did you leave Derek's loft? You were just there!"
Luna chuckles walking around Stiles, "When I lied and said I was going to the bathroom."
Lydia holds up a finger, "Wait a second I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?"
