Asylum Mental Institution (TW and TVD)

Chapter 13

I get up 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 a hours before Lydia's scream rings through my numb ears.

......

"You killed her! You killed her!" Lydia cries, pushing her small fists into Stiles chest. I try to hold her back, feeling her tears wet my arms.

"Lydia! Look at me, look at me," I say as I push her hair around from her face, "we have to help Bonnie, let's help Bonnie." My voice is shaky and unforgiving. I try and find a way to face Stiles but from the corner of my eye I can see his hands covering his ears, whispering softly "it's all my fault." Bonnie's eyes open for a second then close again, I kneel down beside her and take the cloth wrapped around her face out.

"Bonnie, Bonnie can you hear me?" I whisper, I can see the response in her eyes as she softly lets a tear fall. "Lydia go get help." I hear her feet running out of the bathroom, and a far voice.

"Kat?" Malia walks in, dropping her food onto the ground and rushing over to Bonnie. She looks at me for answers but I can't turn my head and face the reason Bonnie is like this. Malia does and sees Stiles on the ground, screaming at himself and pounding his head with his fists.

"Dammit," she says. "There's always some shit going on in this fucking bathroom."

"What's going on?!" Officer Matt and Derek walk in, small guns pointed at everyone in the bathroom. Matt's face flushes as he sees Bonnie slowly and painfully loosing consciousness. "Everyone's hands up now!"

Derek grabs Stiles body off the floor, I picture his face blood shot and swollen but instead his eyes are dry. I can finally see it, the act in giving up, the effort it took to just not want to do anything anymore.

Matt rushes towards Bonnie, everyone's hands are still up, frightening glances shoot around the room. "Call Dr. McCall!"

...

"She's not gonna make it, her wounds show that when he stabbed the knife inside her, he twisted it into her abdomen," I overhear Dr. McCall say, "There is a lot of damage, it'll be a miracle if she survives this surgery."

I push my head into my hands as I sit in the office waiting to be investigated, what's gonna happen?

"I really thought Stiles..was ge-getting better, I worked with him everyday. He was suppose to be okay," she cries softly.

"Another thing," Officer Matt says, "we didn't find any fingerprints on the knife, we aren't even sure if Stiles did it." My heart leaps, who else could it have been?

"What do you mean? He was the only one in the room with her?"

"We don't know that. When I walked in he wasn't the only person in there. I might have another suspect."

"What? Who?"

"Lydia Martin."

...

My cell room is quiet, no big green eyes watch me from the other side of the room, no small steps echo to the sounds of distant screams. The strawberry blonde who happens to care about me the same way I care for her has been taken from me. I don't know how long it will be till I see her again. I know for sure Lydia did not try and kill Bonnie, she was with me, there was no way she had enough time to rush into the bathroom and do something like that. Besides, Bonnie had left way before Lydia. My cell bars clink and Malia walks in with worried eyes.

"Hey," she says, "you okay?"

I nod my head yes, even words seem too much right now.

"Who do you think did it?" I ask after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Who else?" she laughs, "it had to be him."

"They didn't find fingerprints."

"So? Wait, you don't seriously believe it wasn't him?" she pouts.

"I am just saying, we don't know yet."

"You really can't be this naive. Kat it was him, we saw it. The blood was literally on his hands."

"I know, I know I just," I sigh, "I know."

Sometimes it's hard to understand people. I don't get how Stiles who poured his heart how to me, his guilt, his hatred for himself would find another innocent life to hurt. It just doesn't make sense. He killed his best friend's girlfriend and almost killed himself after doing it.

"Bonnie's in critical condition, wanna go see her?" Malia asks, her foot already half way out the room. I follow her, I stand behind her tall frame like Lydia did to me. Stares, more than usual, appear every corner we turn. I look away, hoping to avoid their comments, Malia just cusses at them.

We get to the medical floor in five minutes. As we walk in I notice how much they tried to make this look like a real hospital and failed. The dark room and broken lamps flicker, the gurneys are abandoned, the hospital seats are made of old wood and the magazines are a few years old. I cringe as we walk pass an old officer with lingering eyes. Bonnie lays in a all white room with blue medical supplies. We look through the shiny glass lined in front of her and watch as the IV fluid drains into her body. Her skin has lost color and her lips have turned a grayish-purple. Kira and Caroline sit in the seats closest to the wall. Care's head is rested on Kira's shoulder, both of their eyes are puffy and hopeless. Damon walks in with Elena strapped to his side. He smiles towards us and sits next to Kira. She sees him and tears drifts out of her eyes, he kisses her forehead and pulls Elena closer to his shoulder. I see him whisper up to the sky, "Come on Bon-Bon."

"They are about to loose their best friend," I say, looking down at the square shaped floor.

"Deja freaking vu," Malia whispers.

SORRY FOR SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER, BUT MORE COMING SOON :)