"I'm so scared,I'm scared to even talk to people,cause them they will die. I get people killed."

You watched when the sword went threw Aiden. You stood and watched when Allison,your sister,died.
You watched when Issac and Ethan left.
And you watched when Derek left.
So,when Lydia and the others went off to a collage not in Beacon Hills,you watched as well.
"(Y/N)? Are you alright?"

You looked up to see Lydia enter your room.
"Yeah,Who Let you in?"

"Your brother,saying maybe I could get you to talk or at least annoy you."

You laughed
"Of course he would say that. I'm fine."

"No,your not."

"Your right. But,I'm going to keep saying it until even you believe it."

Lydia sat next to you.
"I know your scared."

"I am scared. I'm always scared.I'm so scared,I'm scared to even talk to people,cause them they will die. I get people killed."

Lydia grabbed your hand
"It's not your fault. None of it is. It was never your fault. You can't keep blaming yourself-"

"Then why do I feel like it's my fault?"

"I don't know."

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1/23/19