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

Grapes

Maya had been at the subway station, looking at the donated umbrellas from a little way away. Cory put his hand on her shoulder and she jumped looking up at him.
"Oh, hi, sir."
"Maya, we need to talk."
"Okay."
"Somewhere else." He took her hand and led her up the stairs.
"What's this about?" She asked, running three steps to catch up because her was walking quickly. "Mr.Matthews." He kept walking. "What's in your hand?"
"Most I've heard you say all week." He took her hand again and led her into the apartment, putting the book on the coffee table.
"You're going to kill yourself!"
"Maybe." She said quietly. He put his hands on his head.
"Oh my god, Maya. That's insane."
"Well, I'm not sane."
"So you honestly feel it us no problem for you to step in front of a train or swallow a bunch of pills, or slit your fucking wrist?" He took her hand and put his hand over her wrist. "Anything I should know before I pull your sleeve up?"
"Yes."
"And that is."
"If you didn't know, why would you be pulling my sleeve up?" He dropped her arm.
"You're not going to get better and that is the truth. You're not going to escape your past. But you've only wanted that. You don't want to live with it, you want a way out. You almost made it Maya. You almost learned to live with it, just try again. Please."
"And if it doesn't work?"
"You're going to be okay, Maya. You'll never escape it. That doesn't mean you won't be okay."
"I don't want to fet thrown back again. I don't want to learn to live with it. I can't. I'm not as strong as other kids like me."
"You are! You just need to give it another chance." Maya sat down on the couch.
"I don't know what to do."
"Chose to live."
"It's not that easy." He sat down next to her.
"How would you go about this?" She shook her head before unzipping her sweater, leaving herself in a t-shirt. Her arms were very bony, covered in scars and thin as sticks. She leaned back against the back of the couch with the sweater in her arms.
"I stopped eating. That's how." He ran his hand over her hair and looked at her for a moment but she only looked straight forwards with wet eyes. "And I just can't eat now."
"Even if you don't want to die."
"I want to. I just don't want it to be my doing."
"That's an improvement." He grabbed the grapes off of the coffee table, placing one in her hand.
"It's in your head. Close your eyes." She took a breath and closed them. "Forget about everything and just eat it." She sat for another moment. He put his hand over her other hand. She placed it in her mouth and swallowed.