MAD WOMAN - Malia Tate

one | evolution

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The closest thing to what Skye could call home would be Beacon Hills. It had been the place she had stayed the longest in, but everyday she woke in fear of Noah Stilinski and his son, Stiles, sending her away due to her 'trauma'. She lived everyday in fear of being labelled a mad woman. She had already been granted the title by a few other foster families, each which left a noticeable scar on her trust issues and heart.

It had been a few months since she had walked into the Stilinski household, and stepped foot into 'her' room. It still felt odd to call it that, but in truth, she was scared. If she called it hers and it would be ripped away from her tomorrow, what's the point of getting attached to it in the first place?

Two small boxes of her belongings were pushed up against the wall and a few clothes peeked out from her opened backpack by the door. The walls were white and she would never decorate them, even if Noah had told her to personalise it with whatever posters or pictures she wanted.

There was, however, a single polaroid photo laying on the nightstand. It was of her and stiles, on the day she turned 17. Her birthday wasn't that long ago, only a couple weeks, but the memory still replayed in her head as she slept every night. Were Stiles and Noah really happy, or was everything superficial? That shimmer in Noah's eye. Was it guilt? Or regret? Would she receive a post-it note soon delivering the message that she wasn't welcome here anymore? Or would it be that she was insane?

Sighing, Skye opened her laptop and pursed her lips, thinking of other ways to hack into the CIA documents she had been pawning over for a week. They had something she needed and whatever she desired, she would work hard for.

A knock sounded at her door, and she jumped a little before relaxing slightly. "Stiles?" She called out.

"Yep!" He replied. "Can I come in?"

"Sure."

He came into the room, the light brunette, which Skye had learned was named Malia, followed after him.

Skye knew about the supernatural and it still pained her to this very waking moment on how she had found out. If she hadn't snooped on her own, Stiles or Scott would've never told her. It was a little less than four months ago when the devastating death of Allison Argent rocked Beacon Hills.

On that very night, Skye followed Stiles as he worried over the disappearance of his long time crush, Lydia Martin. He was so distraught that he didn't notice the girl with dark hair following the group after them. It was from the gates of some weird tunnel-land where Skye witnessed the spirits that had been later described to her as the Oni. Since that, everything was history.

"We're going to Mexico, fancy a tag along?" Stiles asked politely, secretly scared of the dark brunette. She seemed unapproachable and confident but once you got to know her, she was extremely sweet.

Skye scoffed, slamming her laptop shut. "Of course, dumbass."

Stiles glanced at her mistreated laptop, raising an eyebrow at the plethora of scratches on the lid. "Treat your child better."

"My child is fine, Thank you very much."

Malia who had waited in silence since her and Stiles walked in, finally felt the need to speak up. "Your rooms very plain." She commented. "Much like your personality."

Skye raised her eyebrows at the girl, remembering what Stiles had said about her living as a coyote for the last eight years. Social cues were in need of improvement.

Stiles pulled an expression that looked like him trying to eat a lemon and Skye understood. She grudgingly but her lip and got up from the bed, sliding out of the room.