Hey so this is my first proper non-bandom story, which believe it or not is a lot different to write than fandom stories so yeah bear with me here because I'll probably get a lot wrong and chapters may not be that frequent seeing as I have like 40 bandom stories to write so yeah cool. I'll try and update as often as possible though. - Louise

"Mom, this seriously isn't funny any more, turn around."

My blood felt cold as it coursed through my veins, yet my skin was hot to the touch. The sweat was sticky on my forehead and nose, clamming up the palms of my hands. I turned my head to look at my mom, whose eyes were trained on the road; her lips were drawn back behind her teeth so just a single line was visible. She looked a lot more stressed than she had a year ago, with the creases on her forehead and large, purple bags underneath her eyes – hell, she looked like a completely different person. Then again, the large gash on her cheek didn't help.

"Mom, seriously stop," my voice was quiet as my eyes darted to the sign we were about to pass under, 'Beacon Hills Psychiatric Hospital'. That's when the panic set in. My hands began to visibly shake, the contents of my breakfast churning in my stomach making me feel like I was about to throw up. She was serious, Mom was serious. She was carting me off to a fucking loony bin.

"But I'm not crazy! Mom listen to me!" My hand shot out and grabbed her elbow, fingers curling around her arm effortlessly.

She yanked her arm away and concentrated on driving up the long, twisted driveway of the hospital. I didn't like it; it was a stone driveway, about half a mile long that was lined with dark, eerie trees, their branches reaching out to you, jagged fingers close enough to reach around your neck. I knew I wasn't going to like it here.

"No, Scott," she hissed as the building came into view. It was tall, four stories tall maybe, and it was bade out of chipped, red brick. Basically it looked like any asylum in any movie ever. Fabulous. "We've had this discussion. I'm just listening to what the doctor told me. Plus if you're good then you'll be out in no time."

"Sounds like you're talking about a prison rather than a hospital," I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest like a child. I didn't want to go, it was going to be full of crazies that can't talk properly and drool and meow in their sleep. I wasn't like that! I was normal! I know what I saw and it was real, okay? Ugh.

"Whatever, Scott," Mom snapped and stopped the car just in front of the entrance. She reached over to her handle and opened the door before stepping out and walking around to the boot to get my things, obviously expecting me to follow her. I sighed in defeat, there was no way of getting out of this and, like she said, the easier I was to handle then then quicker I can leave and get back to my normal life.

I opened my door and stepped out myself, slamming it behind me before walking around the back of the car to help my mom with the suitcase. "I've asked them to help you out as best as possible," Mom confessed, "your nurse is the youngest one they have too."

My heart skipped a beat and the corner of my lip turned up into a sly smirk, "is she hot?" I joked, causing Mom to roll her eyes.

"He is called Mr Stilinski," she said matter-of-factly, "he's only a few years older than you, I think. I don't know, that's what I was told anyway"

Damn, it was worth a shot anyway. I hope he's nice and not patronising in the slightest wow if he's patronising I'm going to hit him okay I don't care. But if he's only like what, 20 then he shouldn't be patronising, right?

My mom locked the car and began to lead me into the building. Okay, this is it, once I step foot in here I may never leave again. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, my eyes locked on my feet as I passed under the door and into the building. Immediately I was met with the strong smell of disinfectant and the loud ringing of phones. It just felt like any other hospital, that's all it is, a place for sick people, a hospital. I'm not sick, but still… I will get through this.

I sat on the chair by the receptionist's desk as my mom spoke to the woman there, staring blankly at the wall opposite as doctors and nurses walked past. They were all old or middle-aged so definitely not the one supposed to be looking after me. In all honesty I didn't think I was going to see him, that was until someone sped through the doors I had previously entered and over to the receptionist. "Shit shit shit, I am so late," he panicked, trying to adjust the pin on his uniform and I couldn't help but chuckle at him. He was kind of small with cropped, brunet hair and large brown eyes, he was young definitely, probably in his early twenties at the very most.

"Late again, Stiles?" The receptionist giggled as she waited for my mom to fill in an application.

The man nodded, rolling his eyes at himself, "is the guy I'm supposed to be looking after here yet?"

The receptionist pointed with her pen at me, taking me by surprise. So this was my nurse then. 'Stiles' turned around to look at me, both eyes and smile wide. "You're Scott?" he asked, sitting down in one of the chairs beside me. I nodded. "Cool," he offered his hand for me to shake and I took it, "I'm Mr Stilinski, or Stiles I prefer Stiles. Unless you're talking to one of the doctors then I'm Mr Stilinski."

I nodded again, "um…okay," I laughed uneasily. He seemed nice enough, definitely not as patronising as I feared he might be. Maybe staying here wouldn't be as bad as I thought it might be! Oh who am I kidding? I'm being locked up in a fucking asylum, of course it's going to be bad.