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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3rd Person's POV
Blinking his eyes open and closed, Stiles sighs as Luna disappears from sight. Groaning, Stiles turns around and then freezes seeing a muddy handprint on his mirror. He holds his hand up to it and sees that it's much smaller than his own.
Breathing heavily, Stiles holds up his hands and counts his fingers.
Ten.
• • • • •
"Please tell me you see that too?"
Lydia frowns in confusion as she looks at a muddy handprint on the mirror of Stiles' bathroom.
"I do... whose is it?"
Stiles gulps as he leans against the doorframe. So he was crazy but not insane... good. He had thought he was dreaming seeing the handprint but as soon as he counted his fingers, he knew that he needed to call someone. And with Scott being preoccupied with finding and turning Malia back to human, Stiles had thought of Lydia.
Luna's girl best friend. Perhaps the only person who could truly figure out if Luna was actually alive and how.
"Stiles?"
Shaking his head, coming back to Stiles raises an eyebrow looking at Lydia as she glances at him in concern.
"Sorry what did you say?"
"I said whose handprint is that?"
Stiles takes a deep breath before replying, "That's what I'm trying to figure out. It's why you're here."
Lydia watches him shake his head with a desperate look on his face. She frowns slightly not understanding why Stiles was acting this way, before looking down at his trembling hands.
"Whose did you think it was? Before you called me?"
"You know who..." Stiles sighs running his hands down his face, "There's something you should know."
Now sitting at Stiles' desk, Lydia looks at a Manila folder with teary eyes. She holds up a picture of Luna and puts it back down.
"That's not possible."
Stiles nods with a light shrug, "That's what I said too..."
"You don't just hop up from the grave. There has to be... this has to be... it can't. It's not possible. We saw her..."
"I know."
Lydia looks up at him as a tear slides down her cheek, "It's been three months, Stiles... three..."
Stiles just nods as he stands by Lydia with his arms folded over his chest.
