The pills had gone down easy enough, now there was just the task of drifting away to music-the only thing she had left in this life-peacefully. However, it hadn't affected her quickly enough, so she figured it wasn't happening; time for plan b. Maya makes her way to the roof, undetected since everyone was in the gym watching Miles's play. She plans to jump, jump like Cam had on the catwalk which resulted in his broken arm. This was different though, she wasn't doing it to get out of hockey, but rather life. Actually, now that she thought about it, it was the same.
As she laid unconscious on the roof, foaming at the mouth, she finally felt at peace. She drifted away to a different place. One with beautiful music playing, and bright lights, no pain or anger. The sound of the cello played, coincidentally the very piece she had auditioned with after the death of her ex-boyfriend. Her head swivels as she tries to find the source of the music, and instead her blue eyes lock on none other than the ex known as Campbell Saunders.
He'd seen everything. He saw how she'd been spiraling, how she was quietly yelling for help. Meanwhile, two other girls-Lola and Shay, whom he hadn't met personally-had been worried their friend was suicidal because of her new hairstyle. How shallow. She'd been looking at videos of tragedies, accidents, and it terrified him. How did no one see what was going on with her? But then again, when he'd been in that frame of mind, everyone thought he was just having a bad day and sad sometimes. Now here his ex-girlfriend was, going through the same thing. He might have self harmed with his hockey skate's blade, and jumping down from the catwalk to injury his arm, but she was doing another method.
Posing for horrific photos, where she played the part of a corpse, worrying her friend Grace; someone ACTUALLY dying. How had she fallen so forcefully? He thought she'd be over him by now, over the grief and okay now, better after she got help and collapsed in her sister's arms that day she yelled and her voice broke. It'd ached, seeing her break down after she tried to act like it was all okay, that she was fine. He had believed for a fraction of a second that she didn't miss him, and she had good reason to hate him, he had been a coward and selfish for doing what he did.
Hoot laid in his grave with him though, not her anymore. Maya had been last to see him at the service, and placed Hoot beside him, 'to keep you from being lonely, like he did for me at camp.' He had wondered if she'd go see him, considering what she said at his candlelight vigil, and was thankful she did. It was all she had said, and she didn't shed any tears. Just like now, she was dry-eyed and wide-eyed, not that he blamed her. Her dead ex-boyfriend was standing in front of her.
"Hi, Maya."