I just watched How To Kill A Mocking Girl and wrote this on a whim. It's nothing special.
Silent, pale and cold, Emily stared out the window into the cold night. She didn't know what to do, who she was.
All her life she'd just been Emily Shields, the tall swimmer. But now, who was she?
Yeah sure, she'd found women beautiful, had adored some girls but she had never fallen in love with one of them, had she? And now there was Maya. Beautiful, fierce Maya with an edge who wasn't afraid. Who had kissed her in the photo booth. But where were the pictures? Had.. A. taken them?
Ugh, whatever. At that moment, it all didn't matter. All that mattered was the girl across the street. She could see her, she was sitting behind the glass of her bedroom window too. Was Maya thinking of her? In the same way? Or maybe she regretted the kiss. Oh, why couldn't she just be normal? Why couldn't she just like Ben? She should've given in in the locker-room. But she hadn't wanted it. And he had been so rough.
His hands all over her. It disgusted her. Despite the guilt she felt seeing him with all the bruises; it gave her some sort of relief. He wouldn't do it to her again, right? And Toby, he'd protected her. He had actually endangered himself to protect her. Maybe he wasn't so bad like everyone said, like Ali had told them.
Emily sighed. Wait, did Maya just look at her? The smallest smile crept up on Emily's lips and tugged at the corners of her mouth. The butterflies in her stomach awoke. She saw Maya reach for something and then put it her ear. Her phone. Within seconds, Emily's own phone beeped. The usual fear of it being from A. rose in her again but when she saw Maya's name light up on the screen, A. didn't exist. Hell, even Alison had never existed. Quickly she jumped up and grabbed the phone.
A little too eagerly, she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey beautiful."
