“ My mum went mental, banging on about losing me as well as my dad. Then we wouldn’t be cannon fodder for snobs like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers with no thought about why we do what we do. We ain’t got much choice, you get me? And if we was born with the same silver spoon up our arses, we’d do just as well as you, if not better. ”
Friendly reminder that, before Liam held Hayden’s dead body,
before Scott held Allison in his arms as she died, and before
we saw how Derek had held Paige in his arms before giving
her a quick death, there was Lydia Martin, who watched her
first love die in front of her, not once…
but twice in the same night.
Lydia Martin who felt the death of her best friend that she tried to save
and the following night felt the death of her new boyfriend.
The girl who saw her banshee grandmother try to lobotomize herself…
The girl that heard her grandmother’s last breaths,
trying to save her banshee granddaughter from her
same fate of ending up alone and insane…
Before you talk about the poor babies losing their first love…
don’t forget the girl who lost everything she loved.