SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

At Maiya's demise (Part 4: Addictions)

TW: It's sad but I wrote it so that it isn't, RIP Wolfie, it's Mrs Dagleish now, confused? HAHAHA.

1 year. 1 year.

It took Maiya one year to see how fucked her life was. One year to realise that it was her friends who were making her life hell. You'd think she'd notice from the moment she began her antidepressants.

No. She didn't.

Grace, Jaye'J and Nat moved away by the seventh month. Or rather, Maiya kicked them out. Or rather, Sam, kicked them out. Regardless of who, the weight was lifted off the remaining four's shoulders.

This would mean something if we were ignoring Millie and Aimie. They were hungry for whatever they could get their hands on, whenever.

It became traumatising for Maiya, having to watch her friends do what they did to each other. There was a line between lovemaking and addiction, and the pair didn't seem to understand where 'stop' came into the whole scenario.

It made Maiya upset. Upset that she devoted so much time to five young girls whom she loved and cherished, and they gave her nothing but remorse in return. She felt like flipping the finger at them all, but she didn't do that. She wouldn't do that.

Because she's Maiya.

The small one. The kind one. The disciplined one. The traumatised one. The one who was dead inside. Well, weren't they all?

Sam was the only one who could see the damage they'd done to her. She was the only one who noticed how ripped apart she'd become. She did what she could when Maiya was ill or passed out from stress because of them.

She'd locked them up in separate rooms and confiscated all their devices.

She disposed of all adult toys and books.

She almost made Aimie wear a straight jacket. Keyword: almost.

Aimie, not Millie. Because Aimie was older. Everything she did had an impact on Millie. So if she stopped, Millie would too.

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"Mai," Sam spoke softly, lying beside the younger girl on her bed. "Mai, wake up," she pressed when Maiya didn't respond.

Every day the growing fear of waking up one morning to find Maiya no longer alive, haunted her.

Just like the situation now.

"Mai? Mai, please baby," Sam shook her, and she finally woke up, yawning.

"Sam," she groaned, flipping over to face the older woman. She curled into her front, burying her fists in Sam's luscious dark hair, yawning again.

"Mai, it's one pm, you need to wake up."

"Don't wanna."

"You have to, babe. I won't let you lie here like a potato for the entire day. Go take Dale on a walk."

"Don't want to."

"Maiya," Sam moaned, sitting up and pressing a kiss on Maiya's cheek. "Please? If it's not for you then it's for Aimie."

"Pfft."

"If it's not for Aimie then it's for me."

Maiya shot up.

"Thought so," Sam chuckled at a half-awake Maiya.

"Get me changed."

"Seriously?" Sam stripped Maiya of her pyjamas and pulled up normal clothes.

"Ow!" she squeaked when Sam accidentally tugged her hair.

"Did that wake you up?"

"Certainly."