Incision | Rilaya

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Girl Meets Maya

[ M a y a ]

She hated my mom, she hated her dad for remarrying. She was no longer that overly-happy klutz.

She was the only thing that made me happy, and now she's gone.

They called her Riley Super-Klutz

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It was dark in here, tears rolled down my cheeks as I tightened my grip on my knife in my hands.

Blood was oozing down my arm, forming a small, red, puddle on the floor.

Riley. She wouldn't want this, would she?

Shut up, Maya, she doesn't love you. She never did, and she never will.

It was pathetic and hopeless to think she actually cared about me. Because even if she did, she's probably straight, like any normal person.

I turned the lights on, and I placed my knife in a box under my bed. I stumbled over my thoughts, and limped over to my window. I opened it, and climbed over it.

I climbed down from the 3rd floor with the help of the pipes attached to the sides of the wall.

Sometimes I wanted to let go, or slip, and fall.

But I always manage to make it to the bottom, and make my way back up.

My set my feet onto the ground, and let go of the pipes. I sneaked out like this everyday.

"Pst, Maya" Lucas whispered, peeping his head out from behind an alley way, "Over here!"

I rolled my eyes, smiling a bit, and jogged over to Lucas's current location. We walked deeper into the alley way, and there we saw Billy, Zay, and... Darby?!

Lucas picked up a glass bottle from the floor, handing it to me.

"I didn't expect to see Darby here" I casually commented, taking a sip from my bottle.

I smiled as the alcohol burned in my throat.

"Y-yeah, well, you know..." Darby muttered incoherently, then said a few other things that I wasn't paying attention to.

"She's one of us now" Billy smiled, forcing his arm around Darby.

Yup, he's drunk.

Lucas took the bottle from Billy's hands, and threw it at the nearest wall.

Everyone laughed, but me.

Why was I even doing this? I shouldn't be. I didn't need to go this far.

Nonetheless, I slid my back down the wall, and sat on the floor of the alley way, quietly sipping my glass of alcohol with the people I call my 'friends'.

All I could think about was Riley. About how things were much easier before we became stepsisters.

She was my friend, these people weren't.

I need her, but she's moved on, without me.

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I apologise if it's too confusing! I changed the cover by the ways

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