Reverse operation // Thiam

Diagnosis

"This is bullshit Melissa and you know it! Get me the fuck outta here!" I crossed my arms glaring at the woman behind the bars. She didn't say anything just thanked Sheriff Stilinksi and left the room.

"Name?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.

"You know my name."

"Name?"

"Theo Raeken." I drawled.

"Age."

"17."

"17?" I swallowed.

"It was my birthday last month."

"Date of birth."

"November 23rd 1994."

"Gender."

"Fuckin' female. What'd you think?" Sheriff Stilinski went to leave.

"Wait!" I stopped him, "Why am I in here?"

"There's been a series of animal attacks in the last three months. You're our lead."

"What?!" I shouted. Sheriff Stilinski ignored me and left the room leaving the door open. I looked out expecting to see Melissa or Scott out there but instead I caught eyes with Liam.

I don't know why I expected any less but he just stared at me coldly before slamming the doors shut. I rolled my eyes looking around for any escape but there was none. I lay down on the bed, on my side facing away from the door twisting the blade over and over in my hands. Something they'd forgotten to take off me. Three months it had been, three months since I'd last done it and only now when I was back in the presence of these idiots in beacon hills was the urge to do it back.

It's that stupid woman's fault. If she had just left me on the floor outside her house and not give a shit like the rest of this town then I would've been fine. I was just drunk, not dying. And now I was here.

I bit my lip here willing myself not to do it but the urge was too strong and before I knew it the metal had pierced my skin blood forming and trickling down my arm. I drew the line across my skin watching as the blood slid down like raindrops on a pane of glass. I drew another line watching as it too started to bleed out dripping down between the gaps in the jail cell bed forming a pool of blood on the floor. Just a few more... soon my arms were bathed in thick blood and my vision started to go cloudy.

Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

"Jesus Christ Theo!" I woke up to shouting. Someone tried to roll me over but I fought against them refusing to get up. I wasn't getting up, I didn't want to get up.

"Theo you're bleeding-"

"Leave me alone!" I shouted trying to push off whoever it was that was trying to get me up.

"Sheriff!" The person called.

"What is it now Parrish- Bloody hell!" The sheriff shouted. I groaned and covered my ears.

"What are you standing around for! We need to get him to a hospital!"

"He won't move!"

"What do you mean he won't move!"

"I mean he's refusing to get up!"

"Theo Raeken you get up right now!" I stayed quiet not saying anything.

"God Parrish just go phone an ambulance!"

"Theo you need to get up." The sheriff said and I could sense fear in his voice.

"No leave me alone."

"Theo you're gonna die."

"I don't care." I breathed before everything went foggy again and I blacked out.

*

"B-bipolar?"

"I'm sorry Melissa."

"All this time I thought he was just- just I don't know... emotional."

"Hey I ain't a sissy." I said sitting up in bed with a groan.

"You're awake." Melissa said looking at me.

"Great observation Melissa."

"Don't get cocky with me Raeken." I went to itch my nose but my hands wouldn't go past my waist.

"What the fuck..." I tugged at whatever was stopping me but it wouldn't move. I managed to push back the duvet and it revealed chains trapping my body to the bed.

"What the fuck is this!" I said in horror looking up at her.

"You're still technically a suspect." She said sadly.

"I didn't kill anyone Melissa! You know that! Get me out of these chains!" I tugged at them harder feeling my chest tighten.

"Theo calm down-"

"Calm down! It's like I'm in a bloody psyc ward! I'm not crazy Melissa!"

"Theo you have bipolar disorder." She said and I stopped struggling.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It's a psychiatric illness characterised by both manic and depressive episodes."

"Fuck off I am not depressed!"

"I never said that-"

"You said depressive episodes what else is that supposed to mean?"

"It could explain the self harm, the not eating, the change in mood."

"No the change in mood is when I'm away from Liam! Liam makes me happy, if Liams not there I'm sad! Simple."

"Theo-"

"No Melissa I am not crazy!" I glared at her panting.

"It also would explain the running away."

"I didn't run away."

"What would you call it then?"

"I needed time alone."

"For three months?" I stayed silent.

"It was an idea. An idea that got carried away. That doesn't mean I have biwhatever."

"You do realise how hard that was not just for the rest of us, but for Liam?"

"Yeah well Liam doesn't give a shit about me anymore so that doesn't matter."

"Is that what you think?"

"You should've seen his face." I looked down ashamed.

"He doesn't hate you Theo."

"Yeah well I don't care. You know maybe I am a little crazy Melissa. Maybe I did kill those people? Maybe I am fucking bipolar but that doesn't matter because my anchor is Liam. And as long as he is mad at me you can't do a thing to help me. So you may as well give up now and LET ME GO!" I lunged forwards but the chains stopped me and pulled me back. Melissa flinched. I blinked.

"Shit. Shit I'm sorry." I said shaking my head. "Melissa I don't know what's going on but you gotta get it to stop." Tears filled my eyes.

"I can't get it out of my head. I can't get the torment to stop. It hurts, it's hurts so bad. Like somethings clawing at the back of my head. I'm a chimera this shit isn't supposed to happen." Melissa walked over slowly.

"Theo there's so many things we can do to help." She said touching my arm. "Therapy, Medication and so much more."

"And." She carried on,

"I can get Liam back."