Malia
I can't remember the last time I was happy.
I think as I sit down in this hard wooden chair, my hands folded behind my back.
It's another group session, the doctors say they'll help with my issues, that I will find someone to relate to in them, but lately, all I feel after a long group session is lonely.
I already know I'm alone, not even my family will make the monthly visit to come see me.
As far as I was concerned I was left alone a long time ago.
I look around my group, wondering if anyone feels the same as me, my eyes land on the pale, skinny body I've come to hate.
He glances back at me as he crosses his arms over his chest, his lips upturn into a slow frown.
I scowl at him, lightly.
"Malia." My counselors voice snaps me out of my murderous thoughts. As I turn my head to meet her brown eyes.
"Yes?" I ask, folding my hands in my lap.
I've always hated him, that boy, with his stupid smirk, and callous attitude.
I've known him for as long as I've been locked up in here.
Nothing's changed.
"Anything new to share?" She asks, balancing her clip board against her knee.
I shake my head, pressing my lips together.
I don't want to share, I don't want them to know my secrets.
"Very well, then, and what about you, Stiles?" My teacher asks, Stiles's brown eyes stay glued to mine as he speaks with ease.
"I for one, have been great." He says in a cold voice, and I internally roll my eyes at him.
I zone out the rest of his speech, looking at my hands, one thing was certain, he wasn't fooling anyone.
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