Lose Your Mind | Stiles Stilinksi DISCONTINUED

Chapter Six

|Hunter's POV|

As I ascend the flight of concrete stairs, dodging the large cracks in between, I'm no longer being trailed by parents. For only Ms. Morrell and Dr. Deaton followed close behind me now. "I know what you're going through." Dr. Deaton whispers in attempt to comfort me. "Listen-"

"No." I snap, looking at him. "Nobody does." I turn to face forward away from him again and say, "Nobody ever will." He gives up on trying to reason with me, and I slow my pace so I'm walking next to Ms. Morrell, letting Deaton go ahead of us.

"Alan, stop telling her too much," she states calmly as if this were an everyday occurrence. I look eye to eye at her, watching as she turns her head to see a cute boy with black hair staring at her. He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion looking from me and back to her, then he simply waves. Ms. Morrell returns the wave, and they both continue with their day.

"Who was that?" I ask, my curiousity getting the best if me.

"Oh, him? Just another patient of mine." She shrugs casually.

"It that the Stiles you were talking about?"

Her eyes widen for a second, just long enough for me to catch, then she swallows and nods, refusing to look at me. "Yes."

"Ah Ms. Rutherford. There she is," an angry looking man whose name tag said, Brunski, approached me once we entered the building. He leaned in for a hug and wrapped his large arms around me as if we were close family. I don't huug back, so I just stood there awkwardly with my arms slack at my sides and his wrapped around my shoulder in an almost... choking sort of way. I decided right then that I highly disliked this guy.

"Why do you know my name?" I cross my arms over my chest, and increasing pain bursting theough it.

"I'm the head orderly of this place. It's only right that get to know all of my patient's names." He plasters on a fake smile, making me want to slap the look off his face. Just looking at him was pissing me off. Either that, or I was just irritable at the moment. Probably both. I was just hungry. "I'll show you to your room. You can meet your new roomate!"

"Roomate? You've got to be kidding me." I turn my attention to Ms. Morrell and Dr. Deaton. "Please don't make me go here. I-
I'm not insane. I'll go insane if you keep me here. Please!" I was at the point where I would beg on my hands and knees for them to let me leave, no matter how stupid it would look.

"Hunter, it's not up to us. You have nothing to worried about. We have to do this. Just stay alert at all times, and the Nogitsune will not get in. I promise you." Dr. Deaton looks at me dead on, making me believe every word he said... But-

"How did you-" I start to say.

"Okay, time go Ms. Rutherford. You guys can go over to Myra and she'll give you the paperwork you have to fill out." Brunski says with such attitude I couldn't stand it. He grabs my arm and begins to almost drag me down a long hallway, leaving Dr. Deaton and Ms. Morrell in the dust.

I aggressively rip Brunski's hand off of me. "My name is Hunter," I huff.

"Okay, Hunter." Even that sounded sour coming from him, but only Ms. Morrell could called me that. And Dr. Deaton. Brunski said it in such a way that was so sacrcastic I couldn't bare to hear it come from his mouth.

"Here we are." Brunski pushes me forcefully into my new room, so I stumble and fall on my hands and knees. Who the hell does this guys think he is?"

"Is this how you treat all your patients?" I say through gritted teeth. He rolls his eyes, ignoring my question. I follow the direction of his eyes and see the girl who was apparently my new roommate. She was currently huddled in the corner of her bed, talking to herself in a hushed, yet frustrated whisper.

"Shut up, Meredith!" Brunski yells right before slamming the door on my foot. I cry out in pain, knowing he wouldn't be back to help me.
My toe, almost as bad as my face, felt hot as I was filled with pain adrenaline. I rip my ugly white shoes off along with my sock to reveal a crooked toe with a split nail and thick blood dripping down the side.

"I have to go. Another one of them are in my room right now. She's just like Stiles. And by the way, you're still wrong. If they don't know soon, it will be a disaster." Meredith finishes talking to whoever and leaps off her bed next to me. "Are you okay?" I nod, thankful for her acknowledgment.

"Thanks." I mumble through my pain.

"They told me about you." Meredith nods with an unreadable expression on her face. "I can't say, but you'll be important soon. Trust me."

"To who?" I ask, not knowing who she was talking about.

"I can't say." She vigorously shakes her head to and fro.

"Why not?" This is frustrating. Look at me trying to make friends with a mental patient. But I'm one myself...

"Okay, but let's fix your toe first." I watch clearly as Meredith begins to take things from under her bed. Napkins, medical tape, everything needed to fix to broken and bloodily bruised big toe. After dabbing the blood, she says, "This will hurt, but you need to be quiet." I nod, preparing myself for what she was going to do. Meredith forcefully grabs my toe and pulls it. I open my mouth, ready to scream until she cover my mouth, pinching my nose between her fingers. She released my toe, and it surprisingly felt better after, even though the pain was still fresh in my mind.

"How'd you do that?" I ask.

I sigh out in relief as she wraps my toes in medical tape as if she'd performed this task before . "You get used to these types of situations when you have to deal with someone like Brunski twenty four-seven." She laughs, and I join her finally deciding that I liked Meredith.

"But where'd you get the supplies from? I thought the patients here weren't allowed to have anything with them."

"True, but if you're like me and you've been here for five years, you learn you're way around things like that." She gave me a grin, and finished with the last wrapping of my bandanges.

"Thanks." I reply at last. She nods, turning to return to her corner where she would continue talking to the wall. "Um, are you going to tell me who you were talking to now?"

"Them."

"Who?" I tilt my head to the side, giving her an odd look.

"Them. They're whispering to me, trying to tell me something that I can't make out yet." She turns away from me, moving over so I can sit on the bed with her. She leans over the wall side of the bed, and speaks again. "What are you trying to tell me?" Meredith faces me. "Oh my gosh, I need Lydia's help." She has this look of a sudden epiphany. I just shrug, signing that I had no idea what she meant. "Come closer," she beckons.

I lean over the side of her bed and see her playing with a spring that was sticking out of the matress. Each time she flicked it, a clear boinging sound could be heard. "What am I-"

"Listen harder," Meredith encourages me. I nod, and close my eyes, focusing all my energy to listening to this one sound.

This girl is truly crazy. I like her and all, but what is she trying to do? She's been here for four years straight. Isn't that saying something? There must be a pretty good reason as to why she's here, and why she's been here for that long.

All these thoughts were rushing though my head until I hear the first set of whispers that fill my ears with every flick of the spring saying, Let me in.