Maya

I had been avoiding Vic for a week now ever since I took the pregnancy tests. I wasn't pregnant but I just needed to be alone and think some stuff through. Vic had called a few times. I've only answered twice out of all the calls. And told him I wasn't feeling well. I'm laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling when my phone buzzes

Vic:
"It's Friday. Movie night! Feeling any better? "

I groan

"I just took some medicine. I'm close to knocking out. "

My thumb hovers over the send button. I can't keep blowing him off. I hit send and roll over. I'm being a shitty girlfriend. Maybe I should just break up with him. He doesn't deserve someone like me. My phone buzzes again. I don't even want to look at his reply. My eyes fall on a picture sitting on my nightstand. It's of me and Daisy when I was six. My eyes well up with tears. I wipe them away as they escape my eyes. I get up and walk to my desk opening my journal to a blank page.

November 3
I still think of her. I sometimes wonder why it couldn't of been me who got hit by the car and not her. Mom hated me even more after she died.

I flip through my journal. My therapist had suggested I keep a journal. It's the only good think I got from her. My phone buzzes again. I ignore it. I don't want to feel anything anymore. I want to numb this feeling. I throw everything off my desk.

“GOD I'M SO SICK OF FEELING THIS WAY!” I shout

I punch the wall hearing my knuckles connect with itl. I kept hitting the wall as Sofia and Mike barge in.

“Maya, you need to chill out for second.” she says running to me

She tries to stop me from punching the wall but all I can think of is self destruction.

Mike

Sofia takes a few hits in the arms. Why isn't Maya stopping?


“MAYA! Aren't you listening to me?”

I flashback to when Vic had a breakdown.

“Vic!”
He was sitting on the bathroom floor surrounded by razors.

“Mike! I just can't take the name calling anymore. I just want to disappear!” he says as he burst out in tears I watch as he slides a razor across his wrist over and over.

“Vic stop! STOP!”

I sit down next to him and wrestle the razor out of his hand cutting my fingers a little in the process.

“Aren't you listening? God Vic look at the mess you made”

I grab a couple of tissues from the box on the sink and press them onto his bleeding wrist. I look at him. His eyes looking empty.

I grab Maya and pull her away from the wall hugging her. She wraps her arms around me and sobs. I stroke her hair.

“Shh it's okay. It's okay” I cooed

I look at her hand. It's bruising and swelling a little.

“Maya. I need you to open and close your hand for me”

She slowly does as I say.

“Can you feel your fingers move?”

She nods.

“I'll get an ice pack” Sofia says leaving

I look at Maya. The same look Vic had years ago.

“Don't be sad. You have me” I said as I wrap my arms around Vic, pulling him into a tight hug.

Notes

Give me ideas! Should Maya break up with Vic?