life is but a dream

                        Lydia leaned closer out of her desk and towards Allison. “You’re not crazy, Allison.” The strawberry blonde whispered before getting the feeling that the two were being stared at. Her green eyes slowly moved from her friend to the front of the room. Literally everyone in class were staring at the two as if they were ghosts. Lydia swallowed hard before closing her eyes and shaking her head. Was she too, going crazy or was this all really happening. She opened her eyes to realize that what was happening was really going on. She looked over at Allison and nodded. “Let’s get the hell out of this classroom….like now before we get jumped.”

                              You're not crazy, Allison. She had tried to repeat those same words to herself nightly, a reminder to herself that she wasn't actually losing her mind. However, it was becoming increasingly clear that something wasn't right. Whether or not it was all in her head was something she had yet to find out. When she lifted her head, her eyes fell on the other students in the class. Their stares were terrified, knuckles white as they grabbed various objects like desks or books. "That was the best idea you've ever had." Without another word, or even so much as an excuse for their departure, Allison stood and made a beeline for the door. You're crazy, Allison.

                             She was siting next to Allison in class when she realized that her best friend was freaking out. “Allison, are you ok?” She asked as she looked at her with a bit of confusion. Lydia knew that the three who had sacrificed themselves to find their parents a few months back were suppose to experience a bit of darkness around their hearts however, she didn’t expect them to lose their minds. Specially not the way that Lydia had once done.

                        It wasn't supposed to happen this way; Deaton had said that a darkness would surround their hearts, that they would live with it for the rest of their lives, but she had never anticipated this. "I don't know," Allison whispered, focusing her attention on the paper in front of her eyes. She couldn't quite shake the feeling of being watched, as though there was something looming over her. "Can we get out of here? Fake a migraine? And can we call Scott and Stiles? I can't be the only one. I can't."