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

The cycle

Maya lay out with just a little light from the lights on the basketball court showing there was something there. She was on her side, wearing a tank top and skirt with black tights and bruised arms and hands, as well as a dark one under her eye and marks around her face. She was crying quietly.
"Maya!" He repeated, running across the court and bending down next to her. Riley followed after him, stopping before her, confused.
Cory pushed the hair that'd fallen out if a ponytail out of her face, seeing the scars. Maya tried to push herself up with her weak arms but failed. He pulled her up and into a hug. She pushed him away and found her way to her feet, running across the court, Riley's arms catching and stopping her before Cory took her and sat her back down.
"It never fucking ends." She said, quietly, more so to herself.
"Who?"
"His friend."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm difficult and you try and help me and I just don't get better." Riley dialed 9-1-1 as Cory held her.
"We're glad to have you no matter what."
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Maya barely spoke for a while. She spoke the minimum to the police, which is how the Matthews found out what'd happened, though they could guess it was rape. But listening to the more feom the officer, peaking over at the girl in the chair in the corner of the room with her knees pulled to her in the office where the buzzing sound interfering with the the quiet voices, he finally doubted she could be okay. He told him that Maya admitted to not having had her menstruation in months because her weight had dropped below 100lbs and wasn't likely pregnant, but they would need to get her to eat more. She had been knocked out but'd woken up during it. The days passed slowly, Maya picking at her food and being almost as if she were dead. She'd given up, but Cory found a journal under her pillow with the previous notes (in this book) as well as a few drawings. There was one dated the day before.

I'm sick of this cycle. I wish I could've be normal and not always being asked if I'm okay all the time. I just want my life to end. I don't want to hurt the Matthews after they've done so much but I'm sure they are sick of me anyways. I don't think it will be a problem following through, but I will burn this journal first.
-Maya

"Topanga! Where's Maya?"