Unfortunate Events: An SVU Fanfiction (The Sequel)

Regrets

Monique's POV:

"Your daughter took 17 Advil Liquid gels. We were able to drain her stomach. But she is not in a stable condition. She is so close to being brain dead. She could be considered dead. But we will give her a few days to a week to see if she wakes up."

The doctor pauses.

"Ma'am, ma'am"

I look up and gently shake my head. I zoned out. I didn't know what was going on. I felt weak I felt nauseous. There was nothing left. The child that I made. That I carried. Tried to kill herself. What did I do as a mother? I wasn't paying attention. I respond to the doctor.

"Okay doctor. Thank you for your time."

The doctor sympathetically rubs my left shoulder and walks away.

Olivia's POV:

"Liv - Liv, wake up."

I open my eyes to Elliot shaking me. I slept way longer than expected. I notice my phone ringing. I pick it up. On the other side is a very distraught Mo.

"Baby what's wrong? Did somebody hurt you?"

"It's Mya she tried to kill herself. She's in a coma now. I need you. She needs you."

I rush to my car and get to the hospital. I walk in and to the front desk.

"I'm here for Mya Benson."

"Your last name please."

"Benson."

The woman had a confused look.

"Are you her aunt?"

I cut her off.

"She's my daughter. My wife is in there with her. It's 2016 come on now."

She glares at me and leads me to the room. When I walk in I see Monique at her bedside and there was my baby. She is pale. She has a tube stuck down her throat. Monique looks up. Before I entered she wasn't crying, but as soon as she saw me she was sobbing uncontrollably. I rush to her side. I take her head in my hands. She starts to stutter and shake violently.

"I - I - She."

I grab my wife's body with my arms. Holding her was the only thing I could do right now. Even though I needed to be held.

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It's dark outside. But I didn't notice. It feels like it's been that way since I found out my baby girl might not live. I'm outside the hospital having a cigar and leaning against a fence. Funny thing I've never had a cigar before. Alcohol was my poison. But I don't care right now I need something to soothe the pain. I look to the right of me and see Carolynn walking toward me.

"Mom, what happened? Is mama Mo okay?"

I look at her with no emotion. Blank as ever.

"It's your sister."

I take another puff of my cigar.

"Did that girl break something of hers?"

I become fed up and tell her.

"No, she took a handful of pills. And I'm kind of convinced you were the cause."

She scoffs at me.

"I would never drive her to do that."

Monique walks out of the hospital and straight to the car. She gets into the passenger seat. Lynn and I enter as well. Me in the driver's and Lynn in the back. It's a quiet ride home. Monique was the one that broke the silence.

"Who drove my baby to do this?"

I take a quick look at her and then put my eyes back on the road.

"Baby I don't know. I wish I did."

I grab Mo's hand with one hand and continue driving with the other.

"Why won't they let u stay with her?"

I try to distract her.

"Baby are you sure you want to go back home? You found her there it may be hard to go back."

"Yes, I'm sure."

She says with a crack in her voice.

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Monique's POV:

We all walk in and head our separate ways. Olivia to our room and Lynn to hers. I on the other hand walk into Mya's room. I sit at her desk. I pick up the family photo she always kept. Then I pick up a book. Ninth Ward by Jewell Parker Rhodes out falls a piece of paper. I open it and start to read.

5/4/2018

Dear Moms,

When you read this I will be gone. Dead in other words. I just want you to know I love you and I know you love me. But I don't believe that entirely. If you loved me you wouldn't have made me. You knew the world was a terrible place for children like me. I'm tired of being called fag bred and beaten up for no reason.

My heart clenched up tightly. It felt as if I couldn't breathe. I choked on my tears. My face turned red like a rose that had just wilted in the sun. Olivia walks in. Probably concerned because of the painful scream I let out. She reads the next part silently.

Mama O. I know this might hurt you the most. For you loved me the hardest. I will miss your hugs, kisses, and unconditional love. I will miss the times you would take me to Mcdonalds for lunch. I will miss your corny "dad" jokes. So sorry in advance. For hurting you. But I know you're strong enough to push through.

Mommy. The one that went through 32 exact hours of labor to bring me into the world. Who carried me for nine months. You might be the one who walks in and finds my body. For you come home before everyone. So sorry in advance. Thank you for the balance. You taught me the tough parts of life. But you also were there to kiss my boo boo's when I needed them kissed. This boo-boo is far too large for you to kiss to make it better. I know this will be like a gunshot wound to the heart but you can make it. 

Olivia slams the paper down and grabs me in her arms. There's a ring through the house. Olivia places me on Mya's bed. I pet the stuffed animal she always took to bed. Olivia walks back in with a smile. 

"Baby we have to go back to the hospital."

I get out of bed quickly. We get back to the hospital in ten minutes. We are escorted to Mya's room. There she was up and smiling. She was better. So better that she was eating jello. I rush to her side and hold her hand. She looks at me.

"Mommy I made a mistake. I was awake when you found me. I could hear how upset you were. Your screams were painful. I remember being outside of my body. I instantly regretted what I did. I-"

She starts coughing. I put my finger on her month.

"Shhh, baby I understand."

Olvia chimes in.

"Baby you don't have to apologize. We're here for you."

She pauses with intent.

"We love you."

We all embrace in a hug. Enjoying our love for each other.