"Hell is a teenage girl."
"Are... are you seriously quoting Jennifer's Body to me right now? Honestly, I was expecting a Carrie quote."
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Carrie Whittemore is someone you would never notice if given the circumstance. She's number two for e...
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The hospital was beginning to be Carrie's least favorite place. At least she hadn't stayed there for long. By the time they got her there the wound had miraculously healed, (wolf stuff?) and yet they still had to check the bite for infection. And then there was the therapist, or was he a psychiatrist?
"Cassie," the man who hadn't even bothered to introduce himself asked causing the girl to do nothing but lamely raise an eyebrow, "what happened?" Carrie crossed her arms from her seat in front of the window. She curled her upper lip at him and rolled her eyes.
That had been the question on everyone's mind about the girl. The cameras to the hallway Lydia was held in were tampered with, and every camera following the two leaving the hospital. But they all distinctly saw the man that was leading Carrie out. She had been missing for less than a day and her return caused more questions than it did answers. She arrived in the chemistry classroom looking like she was on the verge of death.
"That's not my name," Carrie replied to the man who just shook his head and waved away the mistake without correcting himself. Carrie's eyes narrowed at him. The man raised his head to look her in the eye and shivered as for a second he thought her eyes were silver before blaming it on either his cocaine addiction or sleep deprivation.
"Answer the question," he pushed onwards causing Carrie's eyes to avert anywhere but the scary man who wanted more answers than Carrie could tell. Derek told her she shouldn't tell anyone. And anyway she couldn't. If she told anyone she'd be thrown in Eichen House without a thought. Carrie shook her head causing him to raise an inquisitive eyebrow. "Fine," he huffed out, "new question: who were you with?"
"A friend." Carrie's eyes were focused on the window next to her, looking down she could see Derek Hale with his arms crossed moodily on the ground below. A small smile playing on her face before she remembered the professional in the room.
The man snorted, "Do friends leave you out in the forest all night, Cassie?" he asked as he wrote down notes on the notepad, underlining something several times.
"Carrie." The girl in question snapped to the dismissive psychiatrist. He should be fired.
"Whatever." Carrie rolled her eyes and glared at him as all she seemed to be able to hear was the scratching sound of his pen meeting paper. She closed her eyes tightly and held her hands into fists. "Now, where did you go." Carrie didn't answer him and instead held her jaw tightly and clenched her teeth.
This had to be the most annoying man she had ever had the displeasure to meet.
"Nowhere!" Carrie snapped. The man rolled his eyes and jotted down more notes. Pen meeting paper. Scratching. Over and over again. "Can you please stop?" she asked him meekly as she brought a hand to hold her pounding head. Carrie could feel the reverberations throughout her skull and all but hissed. The man snorted and continued writing.
