Lydia Martin

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[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —to the place that was supposed to be her escape.

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —ran both hands into her hair. Lydia was at a loss. She thought this absurdity was behind her, but it only followed her—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —tried to go, there was no escaping it. "Why's this happening?" she whispered to herself as her voice cracked, then—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —street, heels clicking against the pavement of the sidewalk indicating the urgency in her steps. No matter where she—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —disregard what she was hearing, the louder and more chaotic they became. She rose to her feet and made her way down the—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —swallowed down her dread and attempted to ignore the voices echoing in her ears. The more attempts she made to—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —these unnatural occurrences, but now they were back, making her feel sick to the pit of her stomach. Lydia thickly—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —gradually, though she couldn't quite discern what was being said. She figured that leaving Beacon Hills helped to stop—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —her current surroundings, but there was no one else in the vicinity except her. The whispers began to increase—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —smile. She ran her fingers through her long locks until the faint intonation caused her to pause. She glanced around at—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —as she opened her eyes to gaze up at the bright green leaves dancing in the wind; Plump red lips pulled into a soft—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —in months that she felt such a genuine calm, it almost made her want to cry. Almost. Lydia sharply released her breath—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —absorbing the serene feeling she'd been yearning for since leaving her hometown of Beacon Hills. It was the first time—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] —enjoying the gentle breeze of the wind against her pale skin. Her lids closed and she inhaled a slow, deep breath,—

[[ @MysticWitxh ]] [Starter] {It's Getting Louder} The strawberry blonde sat on the top step porch of her cousin Matt's home, silently—

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