Lost And Found (CURRENTLY EDITING)

{13} Fight

January 17th, 2013

P.o.V Derek

I ran after my sister through the pouring rain because she decided to run away. Again.
"Malia, where are you going?"
"None of your business..."
"I'm four years older than you and you try to run away in the middle of the night. You're my little sister so it's my business."
"I'm sixteen! I hate my life! I hate it so much it hurts! I hate you all!"
"Malia. Stop. Don't say you hate your life."
"You want me to lie? Mom died when I was two fucking years old. How beautiful. Sounds like a beautiful life. Derek, I'm not fine. I pretend to be but I'm not. My best friend died ten months ago. I loved her like a sister and she died. All I want to do is to follow her. I want to die."
"Malia, don't say that."
"But it's the truth. The only thing keeping me alive is Stiles! Without him, I'd kill myself immediately. I'm serious."
"Not that boy again. Is that where you going?"
"Yes. He's the only one who can fix me."
"Malia, you need real help. Not an annoying boy."
"DEREK, I LOVE HIM!"
"I swear, I will let you go but not to Stilinski."
"Why? I feel more at home at his house than I do at my actual home. He is the only one who really cares for me. He is there for me at all times. My so called family is only there for me when they really want to."
"Malia...please. I do care about you. You are my sister. I would always be there for you but you never said anything. I had no idea what you are going through. Let me help you. Please."
"You had no idea? Seriously? You know that she died. See, that's why I'm leaving. No one notices me."
"You can't expect people to notice how you're feeling when you always say you're fine and never tell how miserable you are."
"I should have said "oh, by the way, I'm feeling like killing myself, help me"? Well, I didn't."
"You should have said that!"
"People don't just say stuff like that at the dining table. You all knew Kira died. The only one who ever asked if I was okay was Stiles. You never asked and I know you heard how I cried myself to sleep every single night after her death. You are a born werewolf. You heard me. You heard me screaming when Stiles came over to tell me. You heard my sobs. You heard how I was gasping for air through all the tears. You heard how I bit down on my pillow to keep myself from screaming the house down every night. You heard me fail that attempt. You heard how I collapsed to the ground after I finished screaming. You heard how I clinged onto Stiles. You heard everything. And you saw my swollen and red eyes every single day. You never offered your help until now."
"I made a mistake, okay? And I'm sorry. But now I'm offering my help but you have to stay."
"I can't, don't you get that? I can't look around in my room because every single thing there holds a memory of her. Sometimes I feel like even her scent is still in the air of my room. I can't sleep because I know I'd dream about her and would have to scream myself awake. Another reason why I want to go to the Stilinski's house. There are just the memories Stiles and I share."
"I'll do anything but please don't go."
She walked faster. I gripped her arm.
"You're not going anywhere. We're going home now."
"You can't do that! I'm old enough to make my own decisions. Goodbye."
"Malia! Wait!"
It was to late. She was already gone.