The sounds of screaming kept playing on Malia's head over and over again, making a blinding rage surge on her body.

This wasn't right. She had to leave, she had to get away from there, they had to leave. She clutched her head between her legs, hands flying to her ears as she tried to block the sound.

"I'm sorry" the werecoyote whispered over and over again, her back leaning against the hard cold wall of the dormitory she was in.

Unnatural blue eyes shining as she smelt the blood coming from the basement. At that moment, she couldn't help but wish to block her supernatural senses.

It wasn't the first time it happened, the girl that was currently being tortured was the one who kept talking to her. Malia remembered the day she had been put in the Eichen house, she thought it'd be for her own good, it was a lie.

Kisa, her 'prison buddy', helped her through the long months there, being the only thing to keep her sane in that hell. She would tell Malia which guard had each key to the doors and how they changed from time to time.

Kisa told the werecoyote exactly what every single room of that building was and the punishments they'd apply if you broke one of the rules.

Kisa would tell the other girl stories of her childhood, how she had a twin sister that she couldn't feel anymore, and always dreamed of becoming a psychiatrist, it was almost cruel how she passed from wanting to study mental issues from being the one with them. The bitter part about the stories? They were all lost in the past since she no longer expected to live on those dreams.

Malia appreciated her company, they had grown quite close even though they didn't know how the other looked like. Unlike Malia, Kisa was never left out with the others, she was always locked in the basement and since Malia was the only one with supernatural hearing, she was also the only one that could hear Kisa.

Malia hated it, she hated that she couldn't leave that damned place, she hated how the only person that was helping her was suffering so much, she hated how each time Kisa would come even more bitter, even more emotionless.

Kisa's stories started to grow darker and their endings weren't happy, she would pass some days in total silence and then return to the stories as if nothing happened.

The screams were suddenly replaced by a cold laughter that brought chills to Malia's spine. Her friend was losing herself and she could do nothing about it.

"I'm gonna kill you! " She heard Kisa's voice darker than ever, making her even more desperate to leave that place.

"Don't worry, Kit. I'm getting us out of here... I promise" Malia whispered and everything turned silent.

Her blue eyes shining brightly in the dark room with a new found confidence as she started to make a new plan.