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Chapter Seventy Two: ( lightning strikes twice )
After breakfast, all the residents at Eichen were led to an open area, a court yard, a place where they could all stretch out their legs and talk while they awaited the school of the day. She had decidedly stayed close to Stiles and Oliver, since they were the only two that she knew, besides Malia. But she had only spoken to the werecoyote for a few minutes before they sent her to go and reunite with her father, the man she hadn't seen for 7+ years.
"Most of the people here are okay." Oliver explains to them, "The violent ones are in the closed unit." He points to a girl sitting on a bench nearby, "That's Hillary. She has OCD." Then he points out another guy, walking past them with someone else beside him. "That's Gary. He thinks he's Jesus Christ." He points to another guy, he's leaning back on the wall. "Dan. Also Jesus." He points to a girl, sitting on the couch. "That's Mary..."
"Mary Magdalene?" Stiles presumed.
"No, she also thinks she's jesus." Oliver replied.
Anna snorted, "Got alot of Jesus' here."
"You'd be surprised how many Jesus' we get." Oliver responded.
"Not really." Stiles muttered.
"Yeah." She leans her back on the nearby wall, her arms folded over her chest. "I'm sure you guys have a whole fellow ship hall in here."
"Hey, how come you wanna use the phone already?" Oliver asked, his question directed at Stiles.
"Yeah, what's going on in that genius brain of yours, Stilinski?"
"Well, after one night, I've changed my mind about this place being safe for me." He glanced over at Anna, look her in the eyes. "For us. Or anyone." He looks around at the other patients, "Ever."
"Why?" She asked him, her brows raised in question. "What happened?"
"Well, I think you must've missed it but some guy hung himself last night." He inhaled shakily, fiddling with his fingers. "And I saw... him."
Anna's eyes widened, a chill running down her spine, and her stomach giving her a queasy feeling. She knew exactly what he was talking about when he said "him." It was demon, like the one that was in her. Stiles was seeing it, but how come she hadn't seen hers?
Did that mean she was gone?
"No." She heard the voice next to her say at the phone. "No, I think you're wrong. I really think I should tell them." Her brows furrowed as she watched the person at the phone, her body was hunched forward, like she didn't want to be seen or heard. "They're going to want to know the story. The whole story. I really think they should know. Yes, I do. Both of them are standing really close to me."
