Stalia Drabble: Betrayed.
She had lost all hope, all faith, she couldn't see. She could hardly breathe and she was extremely cold which was quite weird since she was usually warmer than most people. She snuggled closer to Stiles's jacket. It comforted her, his scent, his feel; everything about him. Her body felt limp and exhausted.
She heard a faint crash somewhere, maybe nearby she couldn't even hear properly and it was frustrating. She had spent all her life with extraordinary hearing, vision and this was just so not helping. Suddenly some form of dust hit her, awakening her, slowly healing her. Her body was regaining energy slowly but steadily.
She hoisted herself, flexing her fist. She smiled, she knew Stiles would make it ok, he always did. She heard a paper crunching beneath her, she reached for the piece of paper. 'Oh, it's the damn list' she thought to herself.
Ok, she was really curious to see her name. Her eyes scanned through the paper as she adjusted her vision.
'Not me'
'Not me'
She chanted in her head. 'Oh there it is'
'Malia Hale'
She rubbed her eyes again and again, perhaps it was a delusion or maybe this virus caused hallucinations as well. She read it again and again and again. Maybe they got it wrong.
No, they weren't wrong. The realization dawned on her. Anger rose up in the coyote, betrayal shone through her eyes. 'He lied.'
Her heart shattered, she could swear she heard it. She was right in not trusting anyone in her life. Then he barged into her life and she forgot all her coyote 'life rules'.
''Malia.. Malia are you okay?'' He asked her sincerely concerned, placing his hand on her shoulder.
No, he didn't have a right to love her, care for her or even touch her, he had lost the right. She detached his hand from her. And left him.