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|| Flipped to Lydia Martin. Ships with @PaleDerisive Stydia #MC | #AU #RT please.

[[ @DidntMisread ]] #Stydia — Ed Sheeran youtu.be/xEIdAwdU4Wc

[[@DidntMisread]] — traumatizing experience.

[[@DidntMisread]] — cup his face. "You're okay, you'll be okay in a minute." My voice came out shaky. Being choked near to death was a —

[[@DidntMisread]] — he didn't lean forward, I pressed my body against his and leant all of my weight against him, both hands raising up to —

[[@DidntMisread]] — away from him and ran to Stiles, gently pressing his body back against the wall so he didn't fall over. To make sure —

[[@DidntMisread]] — was the train. John and I grabbed onto each other's arms to keep ourselves steady, and once it had passed, I pulled —

[[@DidntMisread]] — caused the school and ground to shake. It almost felt like an earthquake, but I knew from seeing the track earlier, it —

[[@DidntMisread]] — into a puff of green smoke. Before I had the chance to rush to Stiles's side, something happened on the outside that —

[[@DidntMisread]] — then the shot went off again next to me. Luckily this time, the bullet pierced through her chest, and she disappeared —

[[@DidntMisread]] — straightening my posture and croaking out. "Fire again." My hands rose up as I let out another ear piercing scream, —

[[@DidntMisread]] — off of the wall and walked over to his side, resting my hands on my knees for a moment to regain my composure before —

[[@DidntMisread]] — in and tried to shoot the ghost rider. The first shot went right through her, as if she was a ghost. I pushed myself —

[[@DidntMisread]] — palms into the wall, bent over. By the time I had caught my breath, and started to recompose myself, Stiles's dad came —

[[@DidntMisread]] — stopped her, only to put himself in harm's way as well. I stumbled to the side, coughing and heaving as I pressed my —

[[@DidntMisread]] For a moment, I thought the ghost rider Claudia look alike was going to choke me out, possibly kill me but Stiles —

[[@DidntMisread]] — stepping closer to him. "Stiles listen to me, that's not your mom."

[[@DidntMisread]] — sounded like her voice, but it wasn't her. Stiles needed to know that. I squeezed his hand and gave it a gentle tug, —

[[@DidntMisread]] — doors. At the end of the hall showed another exit, but not the one we needed, nor were looking for. Claudia. It —