Malia ran out of the hospital, mason followed her. Her head was spinning, her heart pounded with sadness and anger. All of the things Stiles helped her to control, now she felt abandoned once again. When Mason reached Malia in the parking lot he put his hand on her shoulder and spoke "Malia-" but before he could continue she brushed him off and ran, she ran as fast is she could and before she knew where she was going, she found herself at her old den. Her sister baby doll sitting in the corner where she had left it last time she visited the den, and the last time she had been there had also been with Stiles. Malia sat down in the corner where she use to sleep and for the first time since she had found out about Stiles, she aloud herself to cry.
As her tears ran down her cheeks she thought about him, about Stiles. About how Stiles was the reason she could control her powers, Stiles was her anchor. If it hadn't of been for Stiles, Malia wouldn't be in senior year, she would be living at home with her father, and most of all, She wouldn't be happy. Malia felt like she had no idea what happiness was anymore, if who she though was the happiest, most cheerful and energetic person she knew, then why would he kill himself? Malia didn't understand, and as the tears stained her face and burned her eyes Malia let out a howl as loud as she could, just to let off as much steam as she could.
Because Malias world had just crashed around her, everything she knew and loved was gone.
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The death of Stiles Stilinski
FanfictionBecause death doesn't happen to you, It happens to everyone around you who is left standing at your funeral wondering how their going to live the rest of there lives without you in it, - Stiles stilinski and now Stiles has left everyone standing at...
