In The Dark

Motel California

WARNING: mentions of suicide throughout chapter!!

               Dereks's POV
       "So we're all going to die," Aiden says like its completely okay. Her and Stiles Are very much alike in some ways. "How are we supposed to find out what the numbers mean?"
    "I'm gonna try to translate the rest of the code," Stiles says, looking at their dad. He just shrugs. The front door opens and their mom walks in wearing blue scrubs. Aiden rolls her eyes and turns towards Stilinski.
    "What the hell is she doing here?" She asks.
     "The hospital needed some extra help with everything that's been happening, so they called for transfers," her mom explains. "And it's nice to see you too, Aiden. Go change into something clean."
    Taking a deep breaths to call herself, she runs up the stairs. Stiles grabs my arm and pulls me aside. "I notice, her-her um, mark. That's where yours was," he says, uncomfortable with the subject. I nod.
    "Good." Without, surprisingly, saying anything else, he walks back. Aiden runs back down the stairs. My eyes trail down her figure. Immediately, I remove my jacket and shove it to her chest.
   "Cover your ass up." She grins up at me and puts it on. She looks even smaller wearing it.
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                Aiden's POV
    We all get out of the bus, and look at the motel. Lydia and I walk to the front and get a key. Stiles and Scott mumble behind us about something. "I have a bad feeling," Stiles says, shifting on his feet.
    "I think its my job to say that," Lydia says. He glares playfully at her. We walk to our room and set our bags on the floor. "He's not wrong though. There's something off about this place."
    I take out a large shirt from my bag. "In the morning we'll be out of here," I say and walk to the bathroom. Inside is strangely confining. I get dressed and brush my teeth as fast as I can so I can get out.
    "Lydia?" I ask cautiously when I see her standing next to the bed with a look of dear in her face.
   "You don't hear that?" She asks, her eyes wide. She stands up on the bed, going closer to the vent. She takes a deep breath and jumps back. "They-they shot each other." She runs towards the door and opens it.
   I follow her as she searches for the room next to ours. She opens the door and stops when its pitch black inside. I squeeze her hand and step inside trying to catch a scent, but all I get is cleaning supplies and paint.
   "Hello?" She calls out. I find a light and turn it on. Inside there's nothing since it's being redone. Her and I look at each other. "I swear, there was a couple in here. They shot each o-"
    "Lydia, I believe you. After everything we've been through, I believe you." She nods, taking deep breaths.
     Outside, there a loud yelling. We run out and see Stiles running to the bus with his arms doing that weird flailing thing. "Stiles!" I yell as we run towards him.
    "Boyd...he committed suicide." Lydia walks towards the office window. A older lady turns towards her. Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, I listen to what she saying.
    "What's that number?" Lydia asks, looking at something. The lady sighs.
  "It's sort of a inside thing. Its morbid, but my husband insists on keeping it." Lydia cocks her head to the side. "For years, out of all motels in California, we have the most guests suicides." With that Lydia turns and walks back to us. Stiles comes out of the bus and runs him to the room with us behind him.
    In the bathroom, Boyd lies in the bath with a heavy safe sitting above him so he can't get up. He drowned himself. Stiles lights the thing and sticks it in the water. I hold onto Lydia's arm, my legs shaking.
    Boyd's eyes shoot opens and he throws the safe off of him, sitting up now. We all jump back since he's shifted. He steadies his heart beat and returns to normal. "What happened?" He asks. We all stay quiet.
    "I'm gonna go check on Isaac," I say. Stiles follows her whole Lydia stays with Boyd.
   Thankfully, the door isn't closed all the way from when Boyd left the room. Issac lays on the bed with panting, sweating heavily. He squeezes his eyes squeeze shut and yells.
   "Isaac," I yell while Stiles shakes him. He stops yelling and takes a deep breath.
   "I'm sorry I didn't know," he mumbles, his eyes still closed. I smooth out his hair, trying to calm him. His eyes slowly opening. He looks around in shock. "My dad-"
    "Is dead." He nods, running his hands through his hair. Lydia screams loud outside, letting us know something's wrong. Scott stands in the parking lot, covered in some sort of liquid. We run over, tears coming to our eyes.
    "He poured gasoline on himself," she tells us. Scott looks up us, tears stealing down his face.
    "I'm sorry," he says. Stiles shakes his head.
    "For what? You didn't do anything-"
   "Everything is my fault; the assassins, Allison's death, the deadpool. Its all my fault. It all started with the bite," he says. "Remember how it was before?" He asks Stiles. "We weren't important, we weren't good at lacrosse, we were no one. M-maybe I should be no one again. No one at all."
    Stiles steps forwards. "You weren't no one. You're my our best friend, my brother. You can't do this to yourself."
    "I have to," Scott sobs. Stiles steps into the puddle of gasoline.
   "If you do this, you're gonna have to take me with you." Lydia holds me while I cry. As Stiles trues grabbing the lighter, it falls, setting off the fire. We jump out of the way, Stiles pulling Scott so it doesn't get him.
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          "This was one hell of a field trip," Stiles says as I close my eyes, resting my head in Scotts shoulder, hugging him close.
    "I just want to get out of here," he says, taking deep breath. I look up at him.
    "Don't ever do that again. Your my brother from another mother, I can't loose you." He Squeezes me, chuckling.
   "I'm here to stay."

AN: One hell of a chapter. It might suck but I dony give a flaming fuck 😛. Comment and share! Stay alive |-/   

Side note: IF YOU ARE DEALING WITH SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, HURTING YOURSELF OR KNOW SOMEONE WHO IS, PLEASE REACH OUT TO A TRUSTED ADULT!