The Loss Within: Stalia

Chapter 9

I immediately stand up and everybody's eyes fix on her. She's panting, as if she just had a bad dream she woke up from. She takes a moment and then looks at her hands, noticing they're strapped. Her arms and legs are pinned to the table. She looks around confused then, her gaze fixes on us. We stand still for a moment. The moment she sees me, she starts to cry.
"Stiles!" She pleads. I sigh in relief. My beloved Malia is back. She's back. She came back to me. We will mend things. We will mend each other. We will mend us. Hope flies open in my chest. I run towards her and kneel by the metal table. I grab her cold hand and kiss it. I am crying and I'm about to speak when she cuts me off.
"Stiles, these hurt. Please take them off." She says shifting her hands and ankles uncomfortably between the straps. I look at her and and nod. I stand up and when I grab the first know and try to disentangle it, Deaton speaks.
"Don't." He says. I look at him. I arch my eyebrows.
"What do you mean no? They're hurting her." I say. She shakes his head.
Stiles,we need to make sure it's her." Scott adds. I look back at Malia. She looks confused and in pain. But they're right, as much as I hate it. I kneel beside her again and cup her face.
"I'll just be a moment." I tell her. She shakes his head.
"Don't let them hurt me, Stiles." She pleads.
"I won't" I respond. Then Deaton grabs a jar of something. It's seems to contain something like tar. It's black and dense. Malia can't see what it is, since she can't turn her head. Deaton points to the jar.
"This will detect any residue of the shadow. If it doesn't burn her skin, then she is the actual Malia." Deaton whispers to the pack, so that Malia doesn't hear. My heart beats fast. All I can think of is: Please be Malia.
He grabs a wooden stick and grabs some of the material inside the jar. He picks it up, carefully. We approach Malia. As soon as she sees the vile, her eyes widen. He puts it on her cheek and she screams. My hope shatters. Her flesh is bright red and she's screaming in pain.
"You bastard! I will dismember you! I will kill you! You'll never see the-" I run out the room and hear more swearing from her. I step out the clinic and get in my jeep I hit the stirring wheel again and again and again and again. I'm dying and my knuckles are bleeding. I don't remember falling asleep. But I did. The frustration, sadness, madness, desperation, anger and grief went away for a while.
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Kira opens the door of the Jeep. I jerk right awake. She looks desperate. I look around. Everything is normal. I brush the back of my hands to my eyelids. I adjust my eyes to the light, since I fell asleep.
"What's up Kira? What's wrong?" I ask, still startled by the sudden noise.
"She's fighting." She says. I immediately know she's talking about Malia. However I still have my doubts. I raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"What do you mean fighting?" I ask dumbfounded. She closes her eyes for a minute as if to think for a way to explain it to a child.
"I mean, she's reaching beyond the shadow her. She stalking to us. The real Malia. She's tying. Right now, she's got advantage. Hurry!" I jump off the Jeep and follow he, running to the clinic. I hear grunts and curses coming from Malia.
I turn the corner and see her strapped and fighting something invisible. Like in the woods when she was trying to save me. I keep my distance but I am tempted to help her, somehow. She's sweating. She seems tired but someone still fighting. Sounds like my Malia Tate.
"St-Stiles, it-it needs a host. I-it's over consuming me and soon I won't be able to fight it off. I-it needs a host!" She stutters and stumble son the word but I know what she's saying. I hate to see her suffer.
"Malia, fight it. Just while we find out what to do. Malia Tate, you fight this monstrosity for me. For yourself. For us." I say. She starts crying, but somehow she manages to smile at me. I smile back at her. She swears again and twitches.
"I'm gonna kill everyone you l-" she starts but then twitches again.
"Let me speak!" She shouts to the invisible force she's fighting with. I laugh a little. For a moment she has total control over her body and stands still.
"Stiles Stilinski, I would never leave behind you." She whispers to me and smiles one last time before the shadow takes complete control over and starts speaking thing death threats again. And that's enough for me. Those words are enough for me to fight until I get her back. I've left her before, I broke the promise we made but we will make all this mess right. She belongs to me. Not to the shadow inside her. Malia Tate is the girl I love and it's the girl that I will never leave behind. Hell can swallow me while, but as long as I am beside her I'll go with her. She's nothing but fierce and I know she won't give up,because if she did she would've been dead in Beacon Hills by now. She's in out
R pack but most importantly she is family and she is mine. I'd rather kiss coach's bottom than risk loosing her. And that says a lot.
She's not perfect and neither am I, but when we are together we paint a messy canvas that in front of our eyes it's perfect. The painting is botched and ripped and broken but it's ours. If there one thing certain for all the exes in the equation of life is that I will get her back.