The Unexpected

What The Hell?

Finn's POV

It's been about a week since I got out of my comma and released from the hospital. Maya and some other friends have stopped by every now and then, but not as much I wish since they have school. I know this sounds strange, but I'm excited to go back to school.

With everything thing that's happened, I just want some things to go back to normal, and going to school is just one step to that.

That night Maya comes over to have that date we promised. Before she arrives, I think about how much she's changed. Something inside has clicked making her think everything is against her. Like how she thinks the accident was all her fault, or how the reason I was in the comma was because of her. I just want my old, ambitious Maya back, not this worn down, depressed Maya I see today.

Finally, I hear a ring at the door. As I open it, I see the one and only Maya Hart standing before my eyes.

"Good evening Maya, I invite you to come in." that gets a little giggle out of her.

"Thanks for inviting me tonight, I'm glad this still hasn't changed over what happened..." she trails off.

"Hey," I walk up to her, lifting up her chin with my thumb, "like I said before, that wasn't anyone's fault! You couldn't have stopped the car from spinning." I tried to convince her, yet she wasn't buying into anything. Her eyes just got darker and darker in shades of blue.

Finally, I change the subject, "Now, you didn't come all this way just to talk about the past, no! You came to spend the night with me, your boyfriend." Crap! Did I really just say boyfriend. After my slip, I immediately cover my mouth.

Maya darts her eyes to mine, "Wait, you just wake up from a comma, and expect me to designate myself to you?" there's a slight pause, "You have no idea how lucky I am to be Finn Amber's girlfriend." she rushes up and kisses me, right on the lips.

See, this, this up beat, enlightened Maya. This is the girl I love and miss.

Once she pulls away I ask, "So, what's the plan for tonight? I have many movies to pick from and also many snacks to endure in."

"Well, I was planning on seeing the movie we missed that night." she replied, whipping out a DVD of the movie she was talking about.

After we got all the necessities we needed, she snuggled into my chest making herself comfortable. God, you have no idea how much I missed her. Being in the god damn comma made everything more difficult. The entire time I was under, I just wanted to leap up and pull Maya into the biggest hug you could imagine.

Now I know what you're thinking, "it's all ok cause Lucas was there!" Well I have news, I know he has feelings for Maya. It's pretty obvious once you actually pay attention. Although, I'm also aware that he knows who Maya wants to be with right now, and I respect him for it. Why do you think I haven't beat his ass everytime I see him staring?

Halfway through the movie, I look to see Maya sleeping on top of me. As she rests I look closely at every detail on her body. I could finally see how he blonde hair has a dash of brown, or how even without make up her skin looks flawless. But I see something that's quiet unsettling, as I look at her hands, I see some marks on her arms. Oh no, oh god no...

I shift my body so my arms can pull up her sleeve and see wheat I was dreading, scars.

They seemed to be already healed, yet some were not as faded as others. God, if me being in a comma was the cause of this...

I guess my moving body woke the sleeping beauty. As she wakes up, I'm still holding her wrists with her sleeve rolled up. She notices and I pulls her arm away.

"What the hell Finn?" she shouted, getting all defensive.

"Don't what the hell me, I should be the one asking you that! What the hell Maya, why the fuck do you have scars on your wrists?" I yelled back.

"They aren't what you think!" she says.

"Then explain yourself, why do you have slits on your wrists that make it look like you cut?" I wonder.

"I can't tell you..." she mumbles.

"Well, if you can't tell me, what makes you think I'll fucking believe you?"

"You just need to trust me!" she began, starting to cry, "Nothing is going on, I'm completely fine!"

"You know what, if you won't confess to whatever those are," I say, pointing at the scars, "Then I think we should reschedule when you're ready to explain." I finish, looking into my shoes.