"I'm searching for something that I can't reach."
Lily Stilinski's biggest problems in life used to be easily defined: figuring out how to get her friends to be civil towards one another, not missing the delivery time for her next collectable and finding out how to convince people that - yes, she does have a collection of fantasy weapons - but no, she isn't a nerd.
At least, those were her worries before her idiot brother decided that it would be a great idea to go searching the woods at night for a dead body.
Now she finds herself anxious about almost everything; not only have none of her old problems disappeared (her friends still hate each other, she hasn't even had time to order anything new and now, she's finding herself trying to convince her dad that - no, that's not blood on my special edition Batarang - when really it is and she has no idea how to get it out) but now she has new, even worse ones. Like deciding whether or not she can trust Derek Hale, trying to help her best friend not rage out and kill people and keeping herself and everyone else alive when all she wants to do is crawl under her bed and hide.
With her friends and family in tow and a surprisingly useful hobby, Lily Stilinski thinks she just might make it out relatively okay - too bad she can't say the same for her collection.