Disclaimer: teen wolf is nae mine folks (cries) anyways, I thought you all deserved a wee snippet teaser thing for the upcoming storyline which - warning - will be very painful but it has to be done lol hope you all enjoy :)

He watched her break over and over again, her mind continually collapsing upon itself the more time passed. Unable to do a damn thing to ease her pain or take away her fear. Just watch as she cried and screamed and tore chunks of her hair out, short bitten nails scratching her skin until it was red raw, shaking hands digging into her eyes sockets in a desperate attempt to stop the visions, the hallucinations, whatever it was she was seeing. Whatever brutal, torturous images her mind was showing her.

And here she was, cowering back against the corner of the room where she felt most safest, knees tucked against her chest as she shook, incoherent mumblings falling from her chapped dry lips. Looking at her now, broken into a thousand pieces, she was nearly unrecognisable from the Kayla they knew. Her hair falling in front of her face like curtains, eyes sunken and bruised with lack of sleep, body jittery and jerking every time she got a fright from whatever what going on inside her head, slim figure too thin, like just a simple knock would break every bone in her body.

Getting her emotions back may have broken her; but what happened in Eichen House had destroyed her.

He stepped forward slowly, swallowing back the aching lump in his throat, "Kayla?" He asked quietly, "baby, can you hear me?" yearning to hear her voice, even just one simple word or at the very least, some sort of recognition.

Her wild eyes zig-zagged across the floor, her right hand nervously toying with the bandages on her left one, beginning to scratch at the skin as she ignored him, totally disassociating from everything around her, the hallucinations too strong.

He took another hesitant step forward, feeling hot tears well beneath his lids, "you're okay now, you're safe... Remember?"

She jerked, shaking her head frantically as she pressed herself back against the wall, ripping away the bandages and exposing her bloodied left hand, the one she had scratched until the muscle was nearly on show and beginning to scratch at it some more, not even flinching at the pain.

It killed him to see this, to watch her agony and not be able to ease the pain.

"Kaylz, please" he kneeled down hesitantly, feeling like a knife was cutting his gut apart as she jolted and pushed herself back further, too scared to engage with him, "don't hurt yourself. I'm here. I'm here and I'll get you through this"

She wouldn't look at him, heartbroken tears filling up her eyes as she dropped her head forward before snapping it back against the wall, beginning to cry as she repeatedly careened her skull against the wall and despite knowing he had to take things slow and hesitant he leapt forward and wrestled her away from the wall, not willing to let her be in pain. He would never stand back and watch that.

"Shhhhhh, shhhh Kaylz, it's okay, I got you, I got you" he reassured, holding her flailing desperate body in his unrelenting grip, letting a few tears fall as her wails pierced his eardrums, "you're safe, I promise. You're safe here... With me"

But she didn't hear his words, too stuck in her damaged brain to understand what he was saying - it didn't make sense, none of this made sense to her. All she was sure about was she wanted away from here, to be gone, to be dead. She needed away from this hell. She needed punished. She was continuously drowning and unable to get air and no one could help her.

They had done something so inhumane to her, so devastatingly soul destroying, that she lacked capacity and comprehension - the emotional floodgate was open, tearing her to pieces, yet she didn't have the skills to control this, to rationalise or compartmentalise. When they pinned her down, tied her up, made her body freeze yet mind alert as they hammered that thing through her orbital socket and through her brain they severed parts of it that wasn't supposed to be severed. They thought they could fix her psychosis, make her 'manageable' - anything to stop the crazy talk, they had said, her mad ramblings to imaginary figures.

And now she was trapped inside her head, unable to express herself through anything bar screaming and crying and hurting herself to relieve some of the pressure, unable to say even one single thing.

Mute.

Totally incapacitated.

And no one knew how to fix it. How could they reverse years of torture, of agony? The human mind was such a fragile, delicate thing. It wasn't like a broken bone - a few weeks of rest and back to normal. It was complicated, unknown territory. People could live without using their leg or arm, it would be hard but manageable, but the loss of sanity? Not so much.

Her exhaustion soon won out though, her days of not sleeping, her empty stomach and thin stature made her weak as she gasped back loud panicked breaths in mind numbing fear, not fighting his calming grip anymore as she collapsed back against his chest, her cheeks wet with tears.

She couldn't tell them how badly she didn't want to be alive anymore... How desperate she was for this pain to end because the damage had been done, forced to be stuck within her own mind like a prison. She couldn't tell them to leave her be, to give up, to just let her die because anything was better than this hell. She didn't even understand what went through her head - the voices, the flashes, the blood and corpses of all those lives she took, it made no sense yet she felt them all in perfect clarity.

'As mad as a box of frogs' was probably the closest definition of her at this moment in time.

So Stiles just held her, feeling her resistance wear out but her entire body trembled like a scared kitten, her wide fearful eyes trained on one spot in particular just ahead of her.

He glanced over, seeing nothing there, just a simple empty wall but he knew, deep in his gut, whatever she was seeing, whatever she was visioning, was completely and utterly horrifying beyond comprehension.

He had pushed and pushed and pushed for her to let those emotions back in, to be the Kayla they all knew and loved but now here he was, restraining her to stop her from hurting herself, trying to get through to her, to understand what terrible things she was thinking but her mind had caved in and he was too late to save her from that.

He had promised her, he promised, that no matter what she would never end up back in Eichen house. He remembered vowing that to her yet here they were, Stiles had broken another promise yet again and Kayla was on the brink of losing it completely.

Maybe, just maybe, he should've told her to stay emotionless. At least then she would get another chance at life.

A/N) am I satan or am I Satan lmao haha MY POOR BABIES it's gonna be so rough and so hard but STAYLA HES THERE FOR HER awwww haha anyways hope you liked this wee teaser and please please reviews see you all very shortly :)

Also, got a poll up about naming the next book in the series X