You and me

Trust

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. I refused to attend the useless group therapy and meals. I lied there in my bed falling in and out of sleep. I hoped that maybe I would fall asleep and never wake up from this hell.

The next morning I sat a corner of the day room staring at the floor.
"Maya?" I knew that voice it was Riley. I looked up seeing her look at me with worry on her face. "Are you alright?" She asked.
She sat next to me, keeping her eyes on me. "Just a hard family session I guess." I said quietly.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"I'm not sure, I'm not sure about anything anymore." I replied as i teared my eyes away from here.
"Well you know what I'm sure of? I'm sure that you will get through this, I'm always here for you. you can trust me. I'm not going to hurt you."
I couldn't believe what she just said, did she even realize the words that just came out of her mouth?
"Why? Why me? Why do you even talk to me? What do you see in me, out of all the people here and in the world. Why me?"
"When I first saw you I saw something in you. I saw so much pain and anger. But I also saw someone who is great, funny, kind. Someone who has more to give in this life. Made for bigger things. Something about you pulled me to you." Riley said in a soft voice.
I looked up and our eyes met. I saw the life, and kindness in her eyes. I'm sure she could see what I was feeling. "No ones ever said that to me." Maybe I should tell her. "'My mother came in drunk, as usually. She called me worthless, a mistake. She said no wonder your father left us, your messed up."
I looked away from her as I felt tears begin wet my dry eyes.
"I had hoped just a little bit that she would try for once."
I felt Riley put her hand on top of mine. "Maya" she said calmly "look at me." I did so and I saw the love and hurt in her eyes. "You are not worthless, don't let what your mother says define you. Trust me."
I held my tears back. "I do." I whispered. She held my hand as we waited for the next group. Anytime a nurse would pass by we would swiftly separate out hands. But every so often she would rub her thumb over my hands and I couldn't help but feel comfort and a spark of electricity when she did so. Maybe trusting wouldn't be that bad.