New Girl // Stiles Stilinski [1]

Chapter 36: Eichen House Part 1

I would just like to say, this might be a really short chapter because the Website I was using to watch Teen Wolf isn't working for episode 19 so I can't really do everything I want to do for the next chapter, BUT I know I'm getting season's 3&4 for Christmas on DVD, so I can do the full chapter then, but until now, this will be a short chapter. Sorry guys, this is the best I can do at the moment. I just didn't want to leave yall without a chapter for a longer period. -Kiley

(At the top is what Brianna looks like with her not being able to have blood.)

"Just empty your pockets into this bucket while your aunt fills out a few papers." The lady who works for Eichen House says while playing a small plastic tub on her desk and handing my aunt a clipboard with papers on it.

I reach into my pockets and pull out my phone, keys, and some lose change. I didn't carry much with me in my pockets.

"Are you sure about this?" My aunt asks me for the millionth time. 

"Lena..." I say annoyed.

"Right, right. It's for the best." She says mockingly. She finishes the paperwork and hands it to... Helen. That's what her name-tag says.

"Alright, you're already to go. You'll just need to change into this," She places some gray colored sweats in my hands and opens her door. "I'll take you to your room."

"Okay, i'll see you in a week. You know if this gets to much you have the right to check yourself out, since you checked yourself in. J-just, please be safe. I love you." Lena says, pulling me in a hug.

Helen leads me down a few halls and up some stairs to my room.

She pulls out her keys and unlocks the door to my room. "Malia, you have a new roommate. Don't hurt her." My eyes scans the room to see a girl sitting on a bed, looking through a magazine.

Helen sets my clothes on the other bed in the room, then walks out. Locking the door behind her.

I run to it and wiggle the knob. "They lock them at night, so no one can get out. They open them back up in the morning." The girl says, not looking up from her magazine.

I sigh and sit on my bed, running my hands through my hair. "You don't look to good, you sick?" I look up at the girl and see that she is eyeing me. I then realize who she is.

Malia Tate. The girl who we saved from being a coyote her whole life.

"You're Malia Tate. My friends and I were the ones who saved you." Her face turns to anger as she stands up from her bed.

"You did this to me?" Her eyes then turn a light blue and she comes at me, growling.

"Malia!" I yell and grab a hold of her arms, throwing her down so she doesn't claw my eyes out.

She whimpers and looks down at her hands. "I-I don't know how to control it." She sits there for a while before she goes back to normal.

I fall to my knees, out of breath.

Just that simple thing of throwing her wore me out. Used all my strength.

I look down at my arm and see and long scratch down it.

I can feel my body try to heal it.

I feel my eyes turn red and my fangs come out. My body is trying to use everything to try to heal my arm.

"Oh my gosh-" I hear Malia whisper.

After a few minutes my wound is healed and i'm back to 'normal'.

"You're like me!" Malia says with some sort of excitement.

"Not exactly." I lean on the bed and slowly stand up.

"What are you then?" She pauses and looks down at herself. "What am I?"

"I'll- explain everything- once I catch my breath." I say, closing my eyes.

"You okay?" She asks, sitting beside me.

"I'm dying." I say bluntly.

She looks at me confused.

I sigh and begin to tell her everything. Well, mostly everything. I tell her about me and what I am and what she is. I kinda leave some stuff out, stuff about Scott and Derek, and what's going on with Stiles.

Having information like that is pretty crazy, I don't know her so I don't know if I can trust her.

"Wow," She shakes her head and runs her fingers through her hair. "So you can't have blood? What about my blood? Have you tried 'supernatural' blood?" I shake my head.

"Probably wouldn't work," I look to her and smile a little. "You should get some sleep." She nods and goes to her bed.

"Not going to sleep? Oh, oh right, you can't. I'm sorry." I nod slightly and she turns her back to me as she tries to go to sleep.

I just want to get this over with already.

***

Iv'e been here 3 days. 3 horrible days. I hate it here.

The girls showers are cold, i'm surrounded by crazy people, two have tried to kill me, iv'e seen 2 suicides, and my school guidance counselor is my shrink. 

I see her once a day and then I have group counseling. I hate it. I tried to leave yesterday but they won't let me. I thought I had the right to check myself out but they won't let me, I can't even call my Aunt.

Right now Malia and I are walking through the courtyard, talking about random things. Iv'e been telling her about the real world, what a bad place it is. "See, this is why I want to go back to my old self. I want to be a coyote again, I don't want to deal with..." She pauses, trying to think to what I've talked about. "School and taxes. Those sound horrible."

I laugh and nod. "School is the worst." 

"I remember school. Vaguely though. I remember-" 

"Brianna?" I hear someone ask from behind us.

I turn around and my eyes widen at his face. "St-stiles?"