This one's shortest so far. I had trouble writing it, because apparently I suck at social communication but I finished it sooner than I expected.
Sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes!

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"I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all."

Stephen King

Silence. It's a weird thing. The quieter you become, the more you can hear it. Silence is a good way to avoid many problems and a way to solve a lot of them. Jolene hates it. Sometimes, while she lies in bad for hours, and darkness is all around her, she thinks about every possible thing she messed up in this short lifetime. There is no way to describe silence. It as the wind stopped blowing, as if each bird stopped singing. Everything was quiet. Only her heartbeat echoed in her chest loudly.

Every person who passed by had a judging look on their eyes, she moved through school hallway without making an eye contact with any of them. Jolene locked her eyes on grey floor. I want to get out, Jolene thought. Why she had to be raised like a killer? If only one thing changed in her past, maybe her life would be easier. Maybe, if she went with a different family, a young woman and man who wanted to be her parents… if she wasn't so stubborn, she'd be a normal teenager whose only problem would probably be an F in math exam. But no, she had to trust the wrong person, make a wrong decision. It's crazy how someone can keep making wrong decisions over and over again.

Something warm suddenly covered her shoulders, when she looked down she saw a red hoodie. Instead of looking up and thanking the person who, without any reason gave her the lacrosse hoodie, she pulled her hands through long sleeves. They are too long for her small hands, but she didn't care. While walking, Jolene played with hem of the sleeves. Person next to her put a hand on her back and lead a scared girl in a locker room. "Are you okay?" Stiles asked.
Jolene didn't answer, but kept looking at him. She was not okay. "If you by ''okay'' mean totally freaked out, oh yeah, I'm fine." After taking three deep breaths and turning her back on him, she looked herself in a mirror.

Sweat purred down her forehead. "Your shirt is soaked in blood." Stiles stated as it's a perfectly normal thing in a world. It wasn't a question, it was a statement but his eyes were still looking for an explanation. In that moment she wished it was Malia who found her, because everything would be much easier to explain. She could lie to her, or at least not tell her the whole truth. With Stiles, it was different. He is that sort of person whom you can't look in the eyes and lie. It's not simple to lie when he looks at you with those kind, clear brown eyes. Everything on him makes it impossible to lie. He has a face full of hope that makes Jolene think there's hope for her too.

"Thank you for your input," she gave him sarcastic smile. Clearly, the cut was much deeper than she thought. Seeing Stiles's look on his face, she murmured sorry. He didn't deserve this kind of treatment; after all he's trying to help her.

A loud sound of bell broke the silence between Stiles and Jolene. He looked up at the ceiling probably hoping for someone to get inside the room and save him from her. Jolene thought he will say something like: I have to go, class started or something like that. But instead he kept quiet and stayed on the same place until it rang again for beginning of a class. Everything fell into silence once again, and that terrible feeling crept into Jolene.

She closed her eyes.

It's dark, just a small amount of sun light reaches through her eyelids. Quietness and darkness mixed up. She was able to hear only her heart and Stiles's flat breathing. It's calming.

Between shadows and light, a dark soul appeared. Firstly she didn't recognize it, it looked familiar but her brain couldn't recognize it. Her heart skipped a beat; if there was anything she feared in the world that would be the unknown. If you ever stumble onto something you cannot explain, your mind starts to panic. Then you can't think logical again, you're overwhelmed by feeling of anxiety.
Suddenly, air disappeared from Jolene's lungs. She couldn't breathe anymore. A strong urge to escape filled her but her eyes couldn't open. It was like she is blind, trapped inside the darkness.
Slowly, it seemed like she is drowning. Even though she was still aware of her surroundings and that Stiles is freaking out beside her, yelling at her to calm down, a feeling of losing control won.

Dark soul stopped sneaking and finally showed itself.
A man with a face of an animal, the one she will never forget, growled. He moved incredibly fast, and reached her in seconds. His cold blue eyes made her shiver, she wanted to scream and let the fear out. With a quick movement, his hand grabbed her throat. She could feel the sharp claws on her skin, hoping they will make the cut already and save her from this terrible nightmare.

"STOP!" A familiar voice shouted. Stiles's hands started to shake her like a thunder, bringing her back to reality.
It took her long to finally calm down, and Stiles didn't let go of her arms until she started to breath normally again. Jolene glanced at the tall boy in front of her. He stared at her, concerned.

The corners of his mouth rose. "Is something funny, Stilinski?" She punched him jokingly, and he raised his hands in defense.
He opened his mouth to say something, only to laugh even more.
Jolene couldn't believe her eyes… or ears. She just had a panic attack, her reality was collapsing and he is laughing at her.
Her forehead wrinkled, "Oh I hate you so much!" No matter how much she tried to stay mad and keep a serious look on his face, she couldn't stop a huge smile that formed across her face.
Stiles was by now clapping his hands and gasping for air. He laughed with his whole body, which Jolene couldn't miss out. "Will you stop!?"

"N' – I…" Stiles tried to say something, but couldn't stop laughing.
Jolene stared at him with her eyes wide open, waiting for an explanation. Although her mind told her that reasonable thing to do was to be mad at him, she couldn't. He was too adorable while laughing that she just laughed with him. "Sorry," he breathed out. "I just realized you're as crazy as I am."

Jolene nodded, punching him one more time in the shoulder. She will never understand how it's possible he made her feel this way. And there was no need to. She liked how he made her feel just by his presence. She didn't care how, but she just wanted to be with him. It wasn't important in what way, because being his friend would be just enough. If only I wasn't who I am, Jolene thought again and again. That thought couldn't leave her mind.