Stiles woke up in a hospital room, Lydia beside him. He slowly started to remember why he stayed here with her, and a smile formed on his face. He looked at her; even when she was sleeping she looked at peace. He still didn't understand. Someone who had been trough so much, still was at peace. He already felt as if all hope was lost after his mother died, but she had to go trough so much more. Her parents died, her aunt is a bitch, and she was stabbed. She had nowhere to turn to. How was she happy? Was she happy?
Lydia woke up, stretching a bit. "Hey, Stiles, are you already up?" She asked. Stiles nodded. "I'm sorry I made you sleep in the chair. Were you comfortable?" She asked. "I was." He wasn't. Suddenly someone walked in the room. Not just someone, but Malia. "What are you doing here?" Lydia asked with a nice tone in her voice. Did she remember that Malia was the last person she saw before she got stabbed? It was suspicious. "I wanted to see you. Are you okay?" Malia asked, a genuine worried tone, not acted out. What was going on? Did Malia somehow turn good in this small amount of time? "I'm okay. But, if I may ask, why are you worried?" Lydia asked, not a slight tone of disgust or anger in her voice. "That night, you know, Isaac's party?" Malia asked. Lydia and I nodded. Malia looked at me as if she just noticed me now. She had a look of disgust but blinked and quickly looked away, toward Lydia again. "I was the last person you saw. You may not remember so I'm just telling you now." Malia said. "And how does that matter?" Lydia asked. "Because I know what happened that night."
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Such a short chapter I'm sorry. I wanted to get this up with the little amount of time I had. I feel like this is ending soon, so only a few chapters left. Btw, I noticed that chapter 11 of this book has way less reads than the rest. If you wouldn't mind could you check if you read it yet? There might be a misunderstanding in the story if you haven't. Thank you!
