Changing Fate (Teen Wolf)

Torn

I look in the mirror at my reflection. Hideous green eyes, God I hate them. I hate everything about this pathetic body. I walk out of the bathroom and into my prison cell. Deaton figured that he could pull a few strings and get me in Eichen House instead of playing with their twisted little minds at the Animal Clinic. My room at Eichen is luxury compared to the rest, but still ugly.

White walls, white carpet, white bed sheets, and one big white steal door. If Alan managed to get me a room like this, then where the hell is my stuff? I think I should at least get my art stuff, especially when I get visitors quite often. To think they'd at least treat me like a rational human being. One thing I'd like to know, why the hell don't they let me out like everyone else?

"Ms. Hale, you have a visitor." The voice comes through the speaker.

"Which one?"

"Your Uncle."

"Let him in."

The buzzer goes off then the door opens. Derek steps in and closes the door. He tosses a sketch book and colored pencils on my bed, but then he pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and slides it across my table. I pick up the paper and unfold it.

"That depends, you gonna help?" I ask.

"Of course." He replies.

"Then what was the point in those?" I nod my head towards the sketch book and colored pencils.

"For the time being."

"At least someone has a brain around here. I've been asking for a while, yet nobody does anything."

"I'm your uncle, I'm pretty sure there's only two other people that know you better than me."

"Well I guess now it's one."

"Yeah."

"I'm also guessing that nobody told Liam considering he hasn't came by yet." I sigh.

"That's why we're doing this tonight."
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"All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash." I sing drawing in the book Derek brought me earlier.

"Why does she keep singing that?" One of the workers ask.

"It keeps me under control, that and I kinda like it. Along with a few others, but that one sticks the most." I reply not looking up from my paper.

"What are you drawing?" She asks.

"I'm just drawing."

"Can I come in?"

"You bringing anything with you?"

"Just something that your brother dropped off." I don't believe that.

"Oh yeah? Which one?"

"He said his name was EJ."

"All right, you can come in."

EJ stands for Ethan James, I'm the only one that calls him that and it's only when we're alone. Nobody knows. The familiar buzz goes off as she walks in with the package in hand. She sets it down on the table by my bed, sitting near me to watch me draw.

"You have a beautiful voice." She compliments.

"Thanks, Naomi." I send her a quick smile.

"You're welcome." Naomi says quietly.

"I bet you're wondering what my uncle brought me earlier when you turned the cameras off."

"What did he bring you?"