Asylum Mental Institution (TW and TVD)

Chapter 11

"Soooo, how's everyone doing?" Kai smirks and sits on the ground. Somehow, I knew he'd be the first to say something.

"Kat," Kai says and looks at me when both Stiles and I ignore him. More silence.

"Oh I get it, family day. Yea it's an emotional day for me too," Kai mocks. "I murdered my family so they won't be coming any time soon," he gasps dramatically, "I guess they'll be here in spirit."

"Shut up," I groan.

"Ooo she speaks," He mumbles.

"Yes, I do speak. And you need help."

"I beg to differ. You and Miss McCall need to stop trying to help me. I can't be helped. This is who I a-"

"Kai, I don't care." I say and turn away from him. His persistent need to tell people he doesn't need help, is exactly why he does. I consider telling him that but I know he won't listen. I'm too tired to be put in this situation. I should be upstairs with my brother, telling him that everything will be okay and that I'm gonna get out of here soon enough. I look down at Stiles, his hands are red as he scrapes a small rock onto the ground. He hasn't said anything since Kai came inside.

"Shouldn't you be with your family?" Kai asks.

"Yea," I sigh. "I should."

"And you?" Kai glances at Stiles. "I'm guessing you have more family than me."

"Just my dad. No one else, saw him the other day and you know I can't be with the rest of us." Stiles responds, he continues to scrape the rock in his hand back and forth.

"Ohh, I get it." Kai chuckles, "you get the urge to drown people." The sentence leaves Kai's mouth like a bomb. The words latch on to the end of the rope and just when everyone understands them, they blow up.

Stiles' eyes drown in tears, but they refuse to come out. The shock on my face is obvious and the tension is thickening. Kai laughs even more and I really do come to terms with believing that he has no feelings whats so ever. He is the definition of an asshole, but it's not like he didn't already confirm that to me. My throat is swelled up, partially because I have no idea what to say and because it really is hot down here.

"Kat?" The small voice is almost to silent to hear but I recognize it immediately. My back turns to find Lydia perched up next to the cell, her eyes wide with fear and hair falling past her face.

"Lydia, what are you doing here?" I ask, "it isn't visit Kat day. You should be with your mom."

"I know.." She says shyly, and looks over at Stiles who hasn't stopped looking at her since she came in, "I wanted to see..if you were okay."

"I'm fine, rea-"

"She's not, she can't control herself around me." Kai comes towards me and says, he really doesn't know how to take a hint. His shoulder purposefully brushes against mine, I groan and move away from him.

"Lydia, go. I'll be fine." I tell her.

"Okay..I'll go." She says and looks down. Her small legs run up the stairs quickly, I follow her with my eyes until she shuts the door carefully without making a sound.

"Girl is nuts." Kai says.

"Don't say that about her." Stiles and I say simultaneously. We look at each other awkwardly, his eyes glancing at mine first. We care about Lydia in the same sense that we have to protect her, even if she's strong enough to care for herself. Kai looks between him and I, chuckling to himself. He doesn't say anything after that, even though his eyes are wild enough for him to say what he could ever want.

I close my eyes as a pain in my left temple increases. My head is still pretty banged up, I can feel the fade of my memories overlap my thoughts, rushing through them too quickly for me to handle. As I lay my head softly on the metal pole, the world shuts out and I find sleep in the midst of chaos.

...

"You were stuck down there with both of them? How fun," Damon says the next day at lunch. I don't remember much, just falling asleep and waking up back in my cell with a nervous Lydia asleep by my bedside.

"No it was terrible," I reply staring down at my fruit cup. Malia grabs the small cup from my hand and starts eating it.

"Hey, what the hell?" I say watching as she dips her fork into a pineapple.

"Oh please you weren't gonna eat it anyway." Malia says, a grim smirk falling on her face.

"Damon!" Elena whispers, his eyes meet hers, she taps his shoulder and leans into his ear. "Someone's watching us." She says, fear in her voice, she points across the room and covers her ears with her fists.

We all look over to see Isaac staring at us, his eyes directly on Malia. She shifts uncomfortably and his smile widens, pulling his thumb in between his teeth.

"I think he's checking you out," I say to her, she growls at me, literally and I giggle. "He's cute."

"I'm aware." Malia says coldly.

"Then why don't you go to him?" I say, softly pushing her shoulder.

"Cause, he doesn't have a vagina."

"Ha. That's a first." Damon laughs.

My mouths goes in the shape of an O. Even though, Malia has always had an edge to her, I never thought she was gay. She smiles as she sees my shock. I roll my eyes as she winks at me. Damon shakes his head and kisses the top of Elena's head.

"I need more guy friends." He whispers to her. She smiles and asks about Stefan, he rolls his eyes and bites into a carrot. I never really seen their relationship, based on what Kai told me, they are in here because of Damon wanting to protect his little brother. I haven't even seen them share a conversation since I got here.

"Malia?" We both turn to see Isaac is his collared uniform, his frame taller than most of the patients in here.

"What?" She snaps, then stuffs a muffin in her mouth. I watch her and slowly start to wonder how she and I became so close in the time that I got here. I get up and leave Isaac and her alone to find Lydia who earlier said she was going to the bathroom but hasn't came back. I rush to open the doors hoping she hasn't done anything to hurt herself. But this time, I bump into Lydia, her hands are full of blood but not her own. I follow her eyes to find an almost lifeless Bonnie Bennett on the ground with a knife impaled into her stomach. The worse part about it, is that Lydia's eyes aren't even on Bonnie, her eyes trail somewhere else because even though this wasn't the first thing that caught my eye, Lydia's hands aren't the only ones full of blood. A scared and wild Stiles Stilinski stands next to them, his mind somewhere else as blood travels down his arms.

I stare and stare, waiting for a sign, a precaution, someone or something to tell me what to do. Seconds pass, seconds that feel like minutes, and minutes that feel like hours before Lydia's scream rings through my numb ears.