witness [ malia tate. ]

one x

[ EICHEN HOUSE, BEACON HILLS, CALIFORNIA . 2012 ]

[ DAY 1891 ]

MY FEET SHUFFLED through the people, maneuvering my way around in a path that I used every single day, passing the same people every day.

 A hard shoulder bumped into mine, causing me to hiss out a growl. The noise made my throat hurt, as if it wasn't achy enough. Water wasn't something I always got. 

 The person turned around at my strange noise, and I didn't even get time to see their face before a fist came flying up to my face. 

 My body collapsed to the ground with the force of the punch, and not long after was I greeted by orderlies by being shoved down flat on my stomach to keep me down. I bucked my hips wildly, using my fingers to claw anything possible, kicking my legs ferociously.

 My protests were silent, battling with the loud screaming and yelling of the other person. 

 I paused, shifting slightly in the orderlies grip as they yanked me up harshly by my biceps, no doubt creating bruises. Getting a glimpse of my attacker in, I saw a mop of long golden blonde hair and earthy brown eyes. She yelled profanities at the orderlies, struggling more as I was dragged away helplessly.

 "YOU FUCKERS! I DIDN'T SEE HER! LET ME GO! THIS IS FUCKING MANHANDLING! THIS IS ABUSE! GET AWAY FROM ME WITH YOUR GERMY LITTLE HANDS, YOU PANSIES!" She screamed, and I knew by now her throat had to be raw.

 My throat used to get raw when I screamed. Nowadays because I'm so used to screaming, I don't feel rawness afterwards.

 "Cameron Valeska, calm down now," I vaguely heard Morrell's voice informing the girl.

 I stayed silent, letting the orderlies drag my body down the hallways and to my room before they strapped me in my bed.

 Twisting my wrists under the straps that they did way too tight, I looked to the side of me for a quick second, my eyes seeing a needle make its descent down to my neck. 

 "No," I whispered dryly, the unfamiliar voice not reaching my ears.

 The hand around the needle paused, and my eyes trailed up the arm, coming to face him. The doctor.

 The doctor tilted his head at me, a cat-like grin etching onto his face, "Why not, Xylia?"

 My name falling from his lips sounded wrong. My name sounded wrong.

 "I don't want it."

 Who is speaking?

 The doctor continued to grin, and only repeated the question again, angering me further, "Why not, Xylia?"

 I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

 "It hurts."

 Just like that the grin fell, a dark glare replacing it. The needle stayed in it's position, frozen by time.

 "Why does it hurt?"

 Whywhywhywhy-

 "I don't want it."

 The doctor nodded, retracting the needle a centimeter before plunging it into my neck. My eyes drifted with my head up to the ceiling, the force pushing me. I felt the liquid running through my veins, black dots spotting my vision.

 "It hurts. I don't want it. It hurts."

 I began screaming, jerking vigorously. I screamed until my throat was raw.

 Until there was blood in my mouth.

 That's when I stopped.

 When red tainted my mouth.

 When red tainted what used to be innocent.

i do not own cameron valeska.

 @troublelies  owns cameron valeska from her own story trapped, which is also a teen wolf fanfic.