Asylum Mental Institution (TW and TVD)

Chapter 10

A loud bang sounds throughout the basement causing me to jump. Stiles doesn't move, his head lays softly on my lap with his eyes closed, sleeping sweetly. I look to the side and see Malia of all people coming towards us.

"Malia? What're you doing here?!" I scream, lowering my voice as Stiles shifts in his sleep.

"Well hello to you too, you bitch," She smirks. Comfortably, she sits in front of the bars and smiles. "ok so Lydia was freaking out about you coming down here and wouldn't shut up about it so I decided to hide from her. She found me. So that didn't work."

Malia slides onto her back and pushes her feet up into the air. "Anyway, she wouldn't leave me alone so I told her I'd come and keep you company."

"Malia. You're going to get in trouble, you need to go," I whisper.

"Nah." She signs and smirks. I resist the urge to slam her head into the wall and send her flying upstairs. Instead, I grit my teeth and play with Stiles hair. Twisting his soft locks into my fingers, scratching at his skull softly. He looks so peaceful, so sad but so beautiful. I push my mixed feelings away and focus on Malia.

"How'd you even get down here?" I ask her.

"I walked." She laughs loudly and I groan, shushing her. She's honestly the most frustrating person ever. I can't help but actually like her though, she's so blunt and honest. She gives me more truth than anyone ever has my entire life.

"Where's Lydia?" I ask. I move away from Stiles, gently resting his head on the cold ground, praying to God he doesn't wake up. Slowly, I lay down next to Malia watching as the bars separate us. She turns her head to look at me and I smile. She doesn't return it, though I didn't expect her too.

I think it's sweet Lydia actually cares for me. We got off to a weird start but I think she sort of likes me. That little strawberry blonde head of hers is so scared all the time but she's braver than she looks. She would've come down here with Malia, why didn't she?

"Probably distracting the guards so I could get down here." Malia says.

"What?!" My head shoots up and I look at Malia.

"Relax she's fine. She didn't want you to be alone."

"I'm not alone I'm with Stiles." I say and look back to Stiles, still sound asleep.

"With him," She sighs. What? "she didn't want you to be alone with him."

"What? Why?" I whisper curiously. Then I understand why.

"Lydia and Allison became best friends."

I hear Stiles' broken voice in my head. Lydia loved Allison, probably like a sister and Stiles killed her. The rush of dread and guilt courses through my veins. Malia doesn't answer, she just stares at the ceiling. Our breathing is the only noise heard through the room. A slow steady beat of frankly, fear. This fear coursing through me as it connects to my breathing and for once I'm terrified.

"She was my friend, too." Malia breaks the silence. I look at her as she turns her head slowly towards me.

"Allison. I figured you two had a heart to heart before I came down." She explains.

"What was she like?" I ask admiration in my eyes. Everyone seemed to love her,  she had to be one of those caring people.

"She was kind, sweet. She was always with Scott, I think he loved her more than anybody. Besides Lydia I guess." Malia states. "She was hot."

I giggle and shake my head. As depressing as the memory is Malia seems to turn everything around.

"You would've liked her." She whispers. I hold on to that small sentence because I know I would have.

It's silent for awhile, just the noise of the big heater generating through the basement. All I can hear is Stiles' soft breathing. My hands trace through his hair, his eyelashes flutter but he doesn't wake up.

"Okay, so what's up with you and him?" Malia asks, sitting up on her elbow and pointing her head towards Stiles.

"Nothing," I whisper.

"Mmh," she mumbles.

"He's hurting."

"Everyone is, everyone is hurting, I don't pity him like you do," Malia says.

"He's sick."

"We're all sick. But we don't kill other sick patients. We try to kill people who are happy because we don't know happiness, we try to kill ourselves but we don't kill people who know what it's like to feel nothing and everything at the same time," Malia says angrily.

"Malia," I whisper in shock. She looks at me and leaves. I stay there, my fingers trace the cold floor around my body as tears pour from my eyes. I know most people don't understand me, I don't understand me but I just wish they would try. I wish they would listen to Stiles, he killed the person his two best friends loved the most. There has to be a good explanation on why. I know his hate for Allison was cruel and that's a good reason on why he chose to end her life, but how didn't he know what he was doing? How could he have gone through with it?

"She's right," I jump to the side to see Stiles sitting up, awake and alert.

"What?"

"Malia. She's right." He whispers, looking down at his fingers.

"She's not innocent. She has no right to judge," I claim.

"Kat, I know..you try to have an open mind, you try and see things from others perspective. But don't try and see my perspective, don't try and defend me...I know what I did, and it was out of hate. You can't always see the good in people who have lost the meaning of what it's like to deserve it."

My mouth opens gently to respond to him but nothing comes out.

"Ugh, do something worse than this please. I've been here what everyday this past week, It doesn't hurt me," an all too familiar voice brings Stiles and I to our feet.

"Shut up, Parker."

"Okay, geesh," Kai's face comes into light with a security guard draped onto his back. A sarcastic smirk builds up on his face as soon as he seems me. It leaves when Stiles stands closer to my side.

"Ow," Kai says as he's thrown into the cell with us. I hear the guard lock it and walk back up the stairs.

"Well this should be fun," Kai smirks as the door shuts from a distance and his eyes glare at Stiles and beam at me.