lydiascreams | [019. Pushing on I can't escape]

[Spam - Open to people who'd come into her cabin]

[The second she steps inside her cabin, she knows something's off. Ever since the blackout, she's been staying at Stiles' or Alison's. She hasn't been back because she knows how much more dangerous Jerry can be in the dark and he has hurt enough people as is.

But she can't quite put her finger on what's happening. Not until she sees it. The words carved on the wall above her bed read Stephen, Mickey. Who's next? And while that's enough to get a rise out of her, it's the object used to make out the question mark that really makes her angry.

Allison's silver arrowhead. The one Lydia picked up from the school grounds the morning after Aiden was killed. The one her best friend made the night of her death. A token she chose to keep as a reminder why she couldn't fail again.

And to see it used in this manner. As Jerry tells her he wants to get Allison demoted, too makes her wanna scream.

Before Lydia can think this through, she gets up on her bed and reaches for the arrowhead, with every intent to pull it off the wall before anyone else can see it. She's not even rationalizing her actions and it's not until she sees the blood running down her hand and arm that she realizes she's cut herself on it.]

[Video - Open but filtered against Jerry]
[It's a couple of hours later until she makes this video and she's keeping her bandaged hand out of the camera's view.

She looks unusually angry, mostly because she feels like switching cabins feels like running, like giving up. And Lydia Martin doesn't give up. But she knows she can't mountain ash her door or sleep over in Stiles' cabin forever.]

If anyone's looking for me, I've changed cabins. I rather not publicly say where I'm staying now but if you need to know, ask and I'll tell you in private.

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My dad's older brothers. Uncle Rocco had a thing for guys, so they packed him back up to the Old Country. He likes to cave people's heads in with a gold pickaxe.

And Uncle Ralph, who cut off my legs.

It's not gonna be. It'll be fine, if we just relax and play it cool.

I'm assuming you don't mean carve as in, sculptures. [She winces].

What do you mean cut off your legs?

I'm sure you can manage that.

Cave. As in, make a big hole.

I mean when I went back to my world after graduating, shit went down with my uncle. Now I have fake titanium legs instead.

Gonna try, Lyds.

I'm sorry, Chris. I had no idea.

Let me know if you need any help with Cassel's mom.

Didn't mean to spring it on you, sorry. I thought it was common Barge knowledge or some shit.

Eh, we're gonna get her liquored up and everything'll be great.