Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

N I N E

TW - Depression, Suicide mentions, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempts (I know I don't usually do these but I thought this was most important to mention)

We stepped off the bus and looked at the building in front us. Motel California. "Uh, I've seen worse." Scott tried.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

Coach blew his oh so precious whistle. "Listen up. The meets been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest Motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." He said. Ouch. "You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Coach continued as people started snatching keys from his hand.

The bus drove off and Allison and I started walking forwards but stopped and turned to see Lydia staring at the place like she was witnessing people die. "Lydia?"

"I don't like this place."

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place. It's just for a night." Allison said.

"A lot can happen in one night." I muttered. The way Lydia had spoken, it had a deeper meaning behind it than simply talking about a crappy and disgusting motel.

I grabbed Lydia's hand and we started walking forwards, Allison falling in step with us. We went up to our room and unlocked the door. The first thing I noticed was the smell. "It smells like something died in here." I scrunched up my nose in disgust.

"Just... make the most of it." Allison tried.

"Make the most of it? Allison, we have two beds, behind those walls is basically just mold, and it smells like depression in here." I argued.

"Okay, I get it. This sucks. But at least we aren't on the street..."

"I guess." I shrugged. Honestly, I was debating if the street would be better. "All of these towels reek of nicotine." Lydia came back, holding some towels in her hands. "Our card says we have a non-smoking room."

"Lydia, do you think people really cared?" I asked.

"Umm, I was gonna take a shower but you guys wanna go down and get some new towels?" Allison asked us.

"I'll go." I volunteered. "Beats being in here any longer."

"And I'm gonna go get a soda." Lydia spun on her heel and walked out of the room. Allison made her way into the bathroom and I sighed before taking the towels Lydia dropped on the floor and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I walked up to the front desk and placed the towels down in the counter.

"Umm, excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine." I said.

The woman's turned around. "Sorry about that, Sweetheart." She said. My eyes trailed up to a number on the wall behind her. 198. "What's that?" I asked. "That number?"

"It's a kind of inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up." The woman replied.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows.

"It's a little bit morbid to be honest, you sure you wanna know?" She asked.

"Tell me."

"We're not gonna make the top of anyones list when it comes to customer satisfaction." She stated the obvious. "But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides."

"198?" I asked.

"And counting." The woman added like she was proud of it. She laughed creepily and turned around. I felt my eyes flash yellow in fear and I whipped around. My breathing was fast as I walked back up the stairs, not even knowing where I was headed.

I heard whispers in my head, but was unable to make out what they were saying. "Hey, hey." I felt hands gripping my shoulders and I opened my eyes. My eyes were closed? I looked to see Stiles. "Scott.Where's Scott?" I asked him.

"Scott ran off, I don't know where. Are you okay?" He asked, leading me into what I assume to be his room as I shook my head.

"No. I think- I think I'm going crazy. I just- yeah, that's what's happening. I-" I cut myself off and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it with my mind. My breathing was heavy and labored. I ran a hand through my hair and looked in the mirror, hands moving to grip both ends of the sink. My eyes widened at what I saw.

"We both know you want to do it" 'Stiles' said.

"No. No, no.. your just supposed to be a nightmare. Your not real." I muttered.

"I am now, and I will be... soon." He replied, walking closer. "Deep down, you know what you have to do. If you really want me gone, there's only one way." There was a grin to his voice that made me actually think about it.

No. No, I'm not like that. I don't think like that. I can't.

I looked back in the mirror to see glowing eyes before it all cracked and fell all the pieces fell out of place. I grabbed one of the largest shard I could.

"Hope?! Hope, what are you doing?!" Stiles voice came from outside the door.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, holding the glass up. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I saw myself in the glass. My eyes no longer held their glow, but instead their natural blue color. The eyes that I've been told look so much like my fathers.

"What's going on?" I heard Allison's voice.

"I think Hope is going to do something really bad." Lydia said.

"What do you mean 'really bad'?" Stiles asked, attempting to break the door down.

"I think she's going to kill herself."