so•ber
/ ˈsōbər /
Not affected by alcohol; not drunk.
Everyone talks about the common effects of drugs and alcohol. The difference from being sober, drunk, or high. Sure, it's hard to stop drinking. Sure, it's hard to quit smoking. It's hard to g...
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"You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long. I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most. So I think it's time for us to have a toast." - Kanye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Masks! They were strong, so strong. I couldn't-"
"Malia." I sighed, trying to push her arms off of me so I could get to Tracy. She kept rambling trying to defend herself but at the moment I didn't care who did it. This was a teen girl who had silver liquid pouring out of her, I'm assuming Malia didn't do it. I looked at her blankly and every time I got her hands off of me she would grab me again. I couldn't even hear the words spilling from her mouth considering she was talking too fast and all over the place.
I got her hands off of me but the second I got away she pushed me against the wall. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to push the anger down. When I opened my eyes and saw her face and the tears welling in her eyes, it only calmed me a little bit. I clenched my jaw but she stopped talking, her head shooting to the side. I followed her line of sight to look at Scott, Stiles and Noah. Stiles and I made eye contact and he could probably see my blood boiling through my skin. He walked towards us, putting a hand on Malia's shoulder and she walked to Scott as Stiles grabbed me. I looked up at him, both of us sharing a glance of concern. His thumb rubbed comforting circles on my shoulder as I stared at Tracy.
"It wasn't me!" Malia yelled. Scott barely even acknowledged her before going to Tracy.
"What the hell happened to her?" Noah asked. I pushed away from Stiles, kneeling beside Tracy and across from Scott.
He looked up at me, "what happened?"
"I don't know." I whispered. He seemed disappointed in the fact that I wasn't here but I ignored it. It's sad that this happened to Tracy but my best friend is upstairs bleeding out, he's lucky I even made my way down here at all. Deaton kneeled beside me and started examining Tracy's state. There wasn't much to say, she was still
"There were these people. They had masks... Um, there- there were three of them. I think there were three." Malia explained to Stiles and Noah. I looked up at the three, seeing Malia had tears running down her face. It made my heart hurt. She wasn't a big crier.
"What-What are you talking about?" Stiles asked.
"They were strong, Stiles. They had a weapon. Stiles, I didn't do this!" Malia cried, looking down at me. We both nodded, our concern for her taking control.
"She's not changing back. We're going to need to get her out of here." Deaton exclaimed.
"What? Hey! Absolutely not! This is a crime scene- we call the coroner." Noah demanded, holding a hand out towards Deaton.
"I think the coroner might be very confused by this girl's severed reptilian tail." Deaton stated confusedly.
