Being from California, you would have expected a tall, supermodel tan, glamorous girl. But that's not exactly the case. She grew up in California, that's her home, until now that is. Is New York faster paced than she can imagine? Just what does this...
Okay, I love you guys, and I hope you love emotional rollorcoasters! :-) because buckle up, this one's definitely a very emotional chapter, get your box of tissues ready and please don't Kill🔫 me after this, because you may wanna after you read this...😢 Maya Pov
My birthday is tomorrow and I'm really scared, I don't know what's going to happen. I haven't seen Riley since she gave me the note, and I don't think I'll see her again until after both me and Lucas birthdays. The past few days have been hard, Charlie, Farkle and Missy are giving me a lot of shit about Riley, and my family. Which isn't surprising, I told Farkle all my secrets, I thought I could trust him,, I was wrong. After yesterday, Lucas hasn't talked to me, we saw Riley on Monday, it's Thursday now, and I don't know if I can take much more. Missy won't stop it, I get texts in the middle of the night saying, ' Your worthless ' Go die ' Why don't you go take a few pills, nobody will miss you anyways ' Don't worry, she's not coming back, you finally get Lucas ' But not for long, mark my words, Lucas will be MINE
It's these messages, and the pushing me in halls, beating me up, painting words on my locker, posting pictures like
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In every hallway, public hangout, and every social media place there is. Lucas tries to help me through it but it's no use, he's never with me at night so, I scream in to my tear stained pillows, punch holes into my walls, break my mother's dishes, grab my hidden blood stained knife and go to my closet, hid deep within the darkness of the enclosed space, and increase the slits on my wrists... Lucas checked in on me last night, and caught me in the action, took my knife,, and any other ones he could find within my apartment and left, I haven't talked to him since. I didn't even bother to go to school, it's mideafternoon now, it's already over, there's no point of going where you aren't wanted. By now, my wall has a giant hole in the middle of it from me punching it so many times, my hands are all bloody and cut up, my arms are hidden underneath my heavy sweatshirt I've refused to take off since Lucas caught me, my bloodshot eyes and messy hair, makes me look like I've been in and out of a war zone. I sit up in my bed, thinking all day has Givin me a headache, so I'm going to get a Advil. I walk out of my room and into the bathroom across the hallway, I open the cabinet and grab the Advil, I pop 2 pills, since I'm one of those people who doesn't take a drink with it, and I look into the bottle, 5 left... I dump them into my hand, a few more won't hurt right, at the worst it will just put me out of my misery and then I won't have to deal with, Farkle or Missy, or Lucas or whatever Riley says will become of the future. I slowly swallow, my 3rd pill, and pick up the 4th, I put it into my mouth and start to cry, maybe this is the right choice, nobody cares about me anyway. I think as I swallow the 4th pill, I pick up pill number 5, and twirl it in my fingers, and quickly put it in a swallow. I hear faint knocking on the front door, as I slip pill number 6, and I hear the door open as I swallow pile number 7, the last one, and I can't even see who it is and I'm on the ground, I can't see anything. I did it, I took 1 pill to many...
