Maya has spent five dreadful months in the psychiatric hospital recovering. One she finally is released she is forced back into her boring life. But will things really be so boring still when she meets 'bad-boy' Noah Dalton?
He is annoying, rude and...
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☀︎︎ Maya ☀︎
I storm up the stairs, anger running through my veins. I slam my door shut behind me and I sit on my bed with my head in my hands.
That's my money. Mine. And now it's all gone. How could he? How could he do this to me?
This day was going to well, until I got home.
I am so mad. So mad at myself for thinking Uncle Ben was someone I could look to trust, to live with, to actually care for. I am mad for being so pathetic, for not standing up to him and shouting at him to get my money back somehow.
Tears begin streaming down my face.
And all that anger translates into pain.
I lift my right hand and ball it into a fist. I hold it there for a second but then I bring it down fast and punch myself on the leg. But the pain in my mind is still there. So I do it again but hit myself harder. And again three more times until the tears finally stop falling and I just feel numb.
I hate myself for this. That one man can make me feel so much pain, the man I live with.
I force myself to stand to walk to the bathroom.
I'm a mess. In the mirror, all I see is a mess of a girl. Red puffy eyes, tear-stricken cheeks, cracked lips and my scars. Don't even get me started on those.
A shower is what I need right now, a shower. I strip my clothes off and then get in the shower. But I have no energy to wash my hair so instead I sit on the floor of the shower as the hot water rains down on my skin.
Bruises are already starting to form on my legs where I hit myself and I feel more angry at myself for even letting myself get out of control. I was doing so well - not hurting myself for so long.
I sit and cry. By the time I get out I see I was in the shower for over an hour.
I cant even bring myself to brush my teeth tonight, so I just throw on my hoodie and get into bed.
But the tears don't stop. Why can't I have one good day that doesn't have to get ruined? Why does everything go wrong for me? What am I going to do now that I have no money?
I eventually cry myself to sleep.
*** My alarm is blaring at me when I wake up and I feel so groggy.
I can instantly feel the pain on the fronts of my legs, and my eyes feel sore every time I blink from the crying.
It takes me 20 minutes before I manage to drag myself out of bed and then another 20 minutes to get ready as I have to apply makeup to try and hide the redness around my eyes.
