Life and love of hurricanes- sequel to Six drawings (gmw)

Fade

Maya found it easy to fade in at times. To go unnoticed or just another piece of many. She wasn't lashing out quite as much, but Cory almost wished she did so that maybe she wouldn't keep speaking less and less. Riley wanted Maya okay, but she also wanted her to still be Maya. She wasn't getting better. She was falling deeper within herself, and it seemed that no one could pull her out, but the thought of leaving her to that never crossed their minds for a moment, for they cared too much. There were days that it seemed that nothing had happened but Maybe that the girl they knew just wasn't feeling well, but realistically, it was her best days. When a smile was just particularly formed on her face, or even just a blank face when she acted almost normally, stacking cds when bored, playing with Auggie, helping Topanga make eggs that she still barely ate. It was not herself, though. Just a component. And the more they tried for it, the more Maya pulled away. Disappeared. Let herself be drowned by the other important things going on as well, but they heard her cry in the shower, found bandages in the trash from her cuts, and listened to her sing to herself after Riley'd fallen asleep or early in the morning when Cory would see a small silhouette sitting on the fire escape as his eyes peaked open before he would fall back asleep or get a cup of coffee.
"You're always up here before the sun even comes up." She was startled, jumping back, turning, and grabbling onto the escape with her finders behind her, sitting on the base of it. "You don't get a lot of sleep then."
"Maybe not but I work with it."
"Just sleep in when you can."
"I can't. I wake up early no matter what."
"That's a change."
"I do do sleep very heavy anymore."
"Expected. Are you afraid of me?" She noticing her hands still clinging and released.
"No. Sorry, sir."
"It's okay if you are. You might be afraid of more people then you were. I'll never hurt you though."
"I know that." She crossed her legs. "Why do you know that."
"I did my research."
"On what? My problems."
"Well-"
"I'm not going to flip. I know I have them. Thanks for trying to help."
"My pleasure." It had seemed so slow, getting to this point, but Maya began eating, talking, and smiles grew and appeared more often, and Maya wondered, maybe this time, it would stay that way. Maybe she had made peace with her life, and everything could be okay...
"Maya!"

It's just my life. It's a cycle. How could I ever think that I could escape this?
-Maya