Layla looked around her surroundings, being met with nothing but white. Not the staircase to heaven white, but the painful and clinical kind. She sniffed the area, but could smell nothing. And yet she was not alone, that much she knew.

"Be careful my child." A voice reached her ears. The voice was melodic and hypnotic but it held authority. Layla whirled round, squinting her eyes in the hope of seeing this person whom she could only assume was a woman, or in the hopes of seeing anything.

"Who are you?" The blue haired girl yelled, frustration creeping up on her.

"The path you are on is dangerous." The voice continued. "The power within your grasp is more than you can handle. I know it is intoxicating, but remember you cannot spell that word without the word toxic. If you do not stop you will lose all your loved ones."

For some unknown reason tears burned Layla's eyes. "I've already lost them." She screamed into the nothingness.

"If you do not stop you will die." The voice was faint this time, a whisper in the wind.

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Stiles walked through the corridors, blinking back the tears. He had spoken to his father and no longer knew what to think about anything. His father had told him that what he had done was self defence, but he still felt guilty. But that wasn't what he was dwelling on, not at that current moment. What was troubling him was what his father had said to him before he left. 'Save your sister. You're the only one who can bring her back.' Stiles knew that there was something wrong with Layla, he knew that this girl may have the same eyes and speak with the same voice, but she was not his sister.

Stiles went to turn the corner of the corridor, the vending machine his intended destination, but something stopped him. He leaned against the wall, listening closely and sure enough the sound that he had heard mere seconds ago reached his ears once more. It was the sound of whispering, a girl by the sounds of it. Stiles finally rounded the corner and the breath caught in his throat at the sight.

Layla sat at the bottom of the corridor, her knees pulled tight to her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees as she rocked back and forth slowly. She continued to whisper, and Stiles couldn't make it out until he stepped closer.

"She told me to stop." She whispered, almost as though she were talking to another person in front of her. Moments later the whispering continued. "You can't tell me what to do." This time her voice was louder, like someone had told her something that made her angry.

"Layla." Stiles spoke, but his sister didn't even acknowledge him. The blue haired girl began to shake as she continued to rock back and forth and sobs reached his ears. Layla was crying.

"I want to go home." She cried. "I want Theo to be good."

"Layla."

"I know you don't like him, but I don't care. I love Theo."

"Layla."

"You don't own me, leave me alone. I want my mum." She sobbed.

"Layla." Stiles spoke again as he knelt beside his sister.

"I want you to leave me alone." She screamed so loudly that Stiles recoiled slightly.

"Layla." He roared. Layla turned to look at her twin brother, her hazel irises tinted black and filled with fear. "Layla, who do you want to leave you alone?" He asked, his voice soft once again.

"The voices Stiles. I want the voices to leave me alone." She replied instantly. She looked behind her, checking to see if anyone was there. Satisfied, she turned her attention back to Stiles, gripping his arms tightly. "Tell them to leave me alone Stiles, tell them. They make me do things I don't want to, they twist my words."

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A/N

Short chapter I know, but I want you to know why Layla is acting like she is, and this is only the beginning.