Learning to Heal
Chapter I - Visitor
Mia didn't know how long she had been sitting there, rocking back and forth.
Going to the television to listen to music.
Anything.
Anything that would just BLOODY DISTRACT HER FROM WHAT HAPPENED.
SERIOUSLY...
"WHY WOULD THEY KEEP TALKING TO ME WHEN THEY KNOW I FEEL SAD? THIS IS STUPID. STUPID. DO THEY WANT ME TO...!"
She stopped.
...Want me to...what?
...
. . .
She didn't say anything for almost five whole minutes, staring at the floor blankly, with a vacant look on her face.
i I'm s-sorry...Mum...I r-really am s-sorry. /i
She gripped her head and crashed into the floor, not caring anymore how much it hurt.
She clutched her head, her pupils shrinking as her eyes opened wide.
i W-Why...b Why is this happening to m-me...? /b
Wh-what d-did I e-ever do...?
Why did...you leave me...Mum?
Why...did you die...Daddy...?
I was eleven.
I WAS ELEVEEEEN! /i
She gasped for air, it was hard to even THINK.
Her chest hurt.
Hurt.
So.
Bad.
"Hhehehehe...HAHAHA...I'm c-cracking up...I'm talking to a bloody WALL..."
But she didn't laugh.
Not again.
She couldn't.
It just...didn't work.
Mia took several deep breaths and composed herself.
Her hands clenching her arms like she did when she was in her first case.
They shook, her whole body shook...
i This...SUCKS. Oh...god...STOP...! /i
She had felt like this before.
Twice...no...how many times was it now?
Was she really a failure at life itself?
Her father left her because of...she couldn't even REMEMBER.
Her mother's gone...she didn't die of course, she's off wandering around in the streets because of this stupid, idiotic person called Redd White who doesn't deserve to exist in this world.
And...GOD...Dahlia Hawthorne.
She can't comprehend it. Is this like this girl she met once in high school or something? What is WITH these drastic transformations?
"I don't even know if she's still...alive. Because it seems to me at the moment that God is killing off everyone I was friends with or loved."
Mia blinked.
She was surprised how easily that came out.
Well, yes, her first case HAD traumatised her and YES, she DID miss Maya.
Not to even mention Pearly who she barely knew.
She needed...family.
She needed COMFORT from someone who would just UNDERSTAND and not sit there blubbering and going
"Ohnoohnohohohno...what do I do? GAHAFsdj!"
Mia smirked and finally calmed down a bit.
She knew someone like that.
It wasn't his fault of course. He had been through a rough time.
Phoenix Wright. Young Pink Sweatered Wimp, she'd called him when she first met him.
Man, he was a handful. But his heart was in the right place.
He had been even right about his precious 'Dollie' being the WRONG person.
Mia had never seen that coming.
"He should be a lawyer now," she sat up and walked over to the couch to sink into its soft cushions.
"God knows what he's up to now. I bet he's training to be a dashing lawyer now...
Ha...!"
...
That...what...?
She didn't even get to finish her thought before the bell rang.
Who...on earth would come visit me this hour? She had thought.
And opened the door to the small apartment she'd always shared with Diego...
...
The door was flung back before she could finish her sentence and Mia was nearly barrelled into the new desk she had bought recently.
It was for Die-
"OH MY GOD, JUST SHUT UP. I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS ANYMORE."
"S-Sis...?" The purple thing that had appeared to be a drunken teenager revealed herself from under her soft purple training clothes.
"M-Maya...? What are you doing here? It's been...WHAT. IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS SINCE THAT PHONE CALL?"
Okay...I. Am. Seriously. Losing. It.
"S-Sis..." Maya sniffled as she held her sister tighter.
"I-I'm...s-so...worried...about...y-you..." She could barely talk.
It was painful to just watch.
"M-Maya...you came all this way...for me?" Mia managed to force her anger out of her just like that, and wrapped her arms around her sobbing thirteen year old sister.
"Wh-Why...are you so d-different? You were al-ways th-there for m-me...Why...? You...were...a-always...so...h-h-happy..."
"...M-Maya. Shh, it's okay." Mia fought back the tears and held her sister tighter.
"I-I'm s-sorry..." She hiccuped.
"Wh-what did I-I do...?"
"Wh-what...? What are you TALKING about now, Maya?" Mia forced a chuckle.
She sighed...her brain was ACTUALLY malfunctioning.
"W-Was I too cheerful...? D-Did something...h-happen that's so terrible, that you won't even t-t-talk to your own sister...a-anymore...?" Maya lost it then and buried her face into Mia's shoulder, sobbing her heart out.
"Maya. It's n-not you. Honestly. It isn't."
But Maya wouldn't stop crying.
And neither could she.
Why...did this happen to me...?
I'm 23...
I don't have a mother.
I don't have a father.
My only source of...light... oh heck with it, this is just mushy CRAP.
My boyfriend. He... g-got killed...by this w-witch...who should actually be dead.
My f-family h-hates me for leaving them t-to become a lawyer...
I only wanted...to be told...it's o-okay...to l-live...
I only wanted...to be w-welcomed back into the village...with open arms...and...and... have an aunt...who would s-smile at m-me...and not...dissaprove of my decision for a-anything...
I...I...
No...
She lifted her head up in despair as Maya continued to hug her.
Why
Did
This
Happen
To
Someone
Like
Me...?
End of Chapter 1 - Visitor