My Love for Derek Hale *Discontinued*

Echo House

I sit on the animal slab while Deaton keeps flashing a light in my eyes and checking my vitals. "It doesn't make any sense. I thought you three closed the doors to your mind after Malia but it seems Scarlett's stayed open."

Scott stays his distance across the room. "What do we do?"

"I have no idea. I thought it was simple but Scarlett is much more complex than I've ever seen. From her powers to this. The mysteries never end with her."

"If we closed the doors of our minds, how can we close hers?"

"Maybe it's the fact that her door needs to stay open for some purpose. I just don't know what."

Scott takes me on the back of his motorcycle. I eventually figure out we're following the sheriff and Stiles. We ride silently as Sheriff Stilinski drives through the rain to a mental institution. Scott follows him on his dirt bike. I have to sit behind him with my handcuff hands around his waist. He put them there so I don't try to escape and 'do anything bad', as he said. We pull up to a creepy building with a huge gate entrance. Eichen House. They all step out. Scott pulls my arms up and runs over to Stiles, pulling me along. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because we wanted to avoid something like this," Sheriff Stilinski answers.

"Good job," I sarcastically say.

Scott yanks at my arm. "It's only 72 hours," Stiles says.

"Just to let you people know, this is the same place Baro, creepy and really crazy mental patient, came from," I say.

"He has a tumor filled with flies," Scott adds. "You don't know everything yet."

"I know enough. Nogitsune, kitsune, Oni...or whatever they're called."

"No, that's all surprisingly correct," Stiles replies.

"Scott, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's and it terrifies me. I'm heading down to L. A. morgue to talk to a specialist."

"Why are you putting him in here?" Scott asks.

"He's not. It's my decision."

"Stiles, we can't help you if you're in there."

"And I can't hurt you."

"Deaton has some ideas, Argent is calling people and Scarlett has actually has been doing some thorough research. We're gonna find something and, if we can't..."

"If you can't..." Stiles leans closer. "Then you do something for me. Make sure I never get out."

Sheriff gestures him to go in but I yell, "Wait!"

I break from my handcuffs. "Let me go. Check me in. I can protect him on the inside."

Sheriff and Scott exchange some looks. Scott nods slowly. I follow them inside and I'm out in a separate office. The lady asks me to remove all metal objects I have, after I fill out papers and get a verbal agreement from my mom. I take out my keys and money. I have to remove  my necklaces, ring, bracelets, and belt into a grey tray. She slides me some brown slippers. "No laces," the lady says.

I slide off my sneakers and take the slippers. "Alright, there will be no visitors, phone calls or emails allowed for your first seven hours here. Understand?"

I nod. "Got it."

She lays out the process of group therapy, meeting with a psychologist and a physical. I just nod at everything she says. She looks up and nods. A cold hand touches my shoulder. I slowly look up and one the attendants, a tall male is standing behind. He leads me up some stairs and stops at a room in a far corner. It is just  huge metal door. "It's been listed that you have nightmares and you scream. Normal patients get reported for misbehavior because of that. So you won't set off other patients, we're putting you where the room is sound proof."