Asylum Mental Institution (TW and TVD)

Chapter 5

Everyone watches and I mean everyone watches when I stand up and walk over to where Stiles is sitting. I ignore the stares and curious whispers wondering about how the new girl knows the browned haired boy with caramel lashes. The one whose hair sticks up in certain places and tries his best not to cry as he gets rejected by someone.

Stiles' face brightens as I sit in front of him my tray touching his. I look behind me to see Scotts shocked face, or should I say more angry face. I look away, shuddering at the thought of his eyes glaring back into mine.

"Hey, remember me?" I ask, turning towards Stiles.

"Yea," he smiles. "Trash can girl."

"Haha very funny." I say. He smirks and looks down at his plate.

"I'm guessing you heard." Stiles says, his voice so low and slurred. He really does look like he hasn't slept since 2002. The warmth behind those chocolate brown eyes is still there, but they're terrorized by the black bags under them.

"Hey. . ." I say and grab his hand. He looks up to me and I slightly pull my hand back but not all the way. I have no idea why I did that but the sudden urge to comfort this boy overwhelms me. His eyes stare back into mine in awe. The tears gleam from the corner of his eyes but he doesn't let them fall.

"It's okay." I assure, not needing to hear an explanation. His gaze drops to his food picking at what seems like ravioli on the plate.

"I really try you. . .you know? But it just seems like it's never good enough. . .I'm nothing. . .I don't deserve to live in this world." He says suddenly serious. My chest aches as he continues. "I don't deserve to live in a world with beautiful things. . ." He looks at me after he says that and I flush. "Nobody needs me."

"Stiles. . ." I whisper, rubbing his rough hands. My voice is small but somewhat comforting to his deep one. "Your dad needs you." He looks up at me, shocked, maybe wondering how I know about his dad. Then he nods his head and smiles a sad smile.

"Thanks." He whispers, his lips quivering lightly.

"Yea." I say. We eat together in comfortable silence, only taking quick glances at each other from across the table. How could anyone ever hurt this beautiful boy? Torment his thoughts until he feels nothing for himself? Convince him that he's so unimportant? It's a cruel world.

"Stilinski!"

Two guards come up to the table. I recognize one of the guards. Matt Donovan. The other guard has deep dark brown hair with green eyes almost yellow. He has a pair of silver handcuffs in one hand and a taser in the pocket of his pants. His name tag says Derek Hale.

"Come on let's go." Derek says his voice deep and stare stern.

"I haven't finished eating yet." Stiles replies. Half of his food is already gone but the rest is laid out on the plastic tray. We haven't been here for a long time for him to finish.

"Not my problem. Lets go." The guard says.

"Please just le-"

Derek suddenly slams Stiles' face onto the table. I jump back in surprise as I hear Stiles yell out in pain. He grabs both of Stiles' hands behind his back pinching the silver handcuffs onto his pale hands. His face is still pressed into the cold table and he makes eye contact with me as the guard tightens the metal. A tear sheds from his eye as Derek raises his head from the table pushing him out the big blue doors. Stiles takes one last look at me before the doors slam, the noise echoing through the silent cafeteria.

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I run to the bathroom; my arms pushing through the doors that once hid a suicidal Lydia behind them. The beating of my heart takes a sudden twist and I can feel the unfinished food from the cafeteria coming up. I go into the biggest stall; flashbacks of Lydia's purple body hanging around, the blood dried scissors, the hateful girl with caramel skin, Kai killing his family, the feeling of absolute helplessness as Elena jumps onto my body closing the right to breathe, the caring boy who held me in his arms but then hurt the lonely boy with dark circles under his eyes, his head slamming onto the table, the tears, everything just comes back.