Crazy
Chapter 1.
Maya's Pov
I'm crazy. I've known this for a long time. I didn't need professors in lab coats to tell me. And I like it, being crazy. And it's part of me.
Bella's not crazy. She just told the truth to protect her father. After all, she never expected the Cullens to come back. Poor dear. She feels awful about exposing their secret, y'know?
No, you don't. Your face tells me you don't understand at all. And that's fine. You're you, and I'm me. Nothing wrong with that.
Now you feel completely different. Oh well. That's your opinion, and I won't try to change it. I'm me and you're you. And that's the way I like it.
I hear my voices and I smile. I see the world in my way and I smile. I see blood and death, and I still smile. There's something strange about me. Or you could say messed up. But I don't care what you have to say. I really don't.
I went to take a shower, to let them catch up. Bella wasn't scared, not now, at least. She was happy. I'd forgotten what it was like, to be happy, with all these doctors saying that I should change, and that there was no way my family could love me. I knew it wasn't true, my family does love me. But the treatments, the medicine, the doctors, I hate them all. They're nicer to the other patients. The others want to get better. They want to change, so others can see them differently. But they're themselves, and I'm me. I like being crazy, and being me.
They tried to take away everything I own. But I was able to-with help-keep everything. My books, radio, candy, everything. They didn't like it, but I don't care about them. I care about my family, true friends, and Bella. Bella was family now, and I knew the Cullens would take her from me. But if she was happy, I would let them. She could be with them, and have a joyful life outside of this place, so I'm happy. I'll let her go, the one who's been my daughter for a while. But it's okay. I'll be alright. They're the ones that matter, not me.
But I wouldn't want her to forget me, like how Edward wanted her to forget. I don't like being forgotten, even though I've gotten used to it. Oh well. If she wants to, I'll let her. She'll remain the beautiful and strong Bella I've helped her remain. Then, I'll take a nap. I'll rest, until it's time to face the next day. To see the sunrise, it'd be nice.