Hello guys! So I just want you to know that technically I did keep my promise- my words were that there would be more scenes this chapter with Emily and Maya dealing with her cutting. I didn't neseccarily say they would be happy, and they really aren't so... Just be prepared for that.
He0524... Look babe I know that you kind of are destroyed by Calzona right now but I PROMISE things will get better for Maya soon. Until then... Don't go starting the apacolypse on me!
When Emily woke up, an unfamiliar sound echoed around in her ears. It sounded like whimpers that were being forced back. She rolled over and saw the silhouette of her girlfriend clutching at her wrists. Slowly she wrapped an arm around the shorter girl's waist and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Do you need anything love?" she asked quietly in the musician's ear. Although Maya shook her head a small whine escaped her lips and instantly the swimmer knew she was lying. Emily stood and turned on the lamp on her dresser before kneeling down so that she was level with her girlfriend.
She grabbed the bandages that she had left on the nightstand and pulled off the old ones, placing a gentle kiss on each cut before she replaced each bandage. Maya looked up at her and pulled her back into the bed, missing the taller girl's warmth. She snuggled up into Emily's side and wrapped her arms around her neck. "I'm sorry," the artist's voice was trembling and quiet. The jock leaned down and placed a loving kiss on her lips. "I've told you before sweetie, you don't have any reason to be sorry," she promised, pulling the musician closer and kissing her forehead.
"I know, but I still feel bad. I put you through all this because I can't forget something that happened forever ago," Maya sighed and Emily sat up, pulling the shorter girl with her. "Listen to me. You don't have to forget, and you don't have to pretend everything is OK. I get that you don't like showing your soft side around many people, but what you went through is something traumatic and it's something that would take a toll on anyone, however tough they were. I think we should start going to therapy together," at that Maya seemed a bit uncomfortable. "I... I don't know... I... I'm a different person when I'm in therapy... I break down easy and I don't think our relationship needs counseling-" before she could finish Emily cut her off with a soft but passionate kiss.
"Listen My, I'm going to be here for you and I'm going to help you through this. I'm not saying we have to go for our relationship, I'm saying you need help that I don't know how to give you. But what I do know is how to be there for you and I want to do that, if you'll let me," with that the musician pulled her girlfriend into a kiss. "I love you," Emily mumbled against her lips. "I love you too. And if you think we should go... Then I'll call and make an appointment," Maya promised. The jock smiled and pecked the shorter girl's lips once more before lying down, pulling her closer, and drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Maya couldn't help feeling nervous as Emily parked her car. The athlete must have noticed because she gave her girlfriend's hand a gentle squeeze and a soft smile. Although the gesture was reassuring, the lyricist was still extremely nervous. The swimmer had yet to see her honestly break down and share her feelings, and she wasn't sure how it would turn out. Maya clutched tightly at Emily's hand as they walked into the building together. She sat down in a chair and gave a weak smile to her girlfriend. "Hey, everything's going to be fine," Emily promised.
She pecked the musician's cheek and clutched tighter at her hand. Suddenly a voice broke them from their conversation. "Maya? Emily? They are ready to see you." The virtuoso looked up and saw a woman smiling at them, so she stood and followed her to a back room, pulling her girlfriend behind her. "Maya, it's nice to see you again. And you must be Emily, I'm Dr. Emmett James, it's nice to meet you," the older man smiled as they walked into the office. "It's nice to meet you as well Dr. James," the athlete grinned as she shook his outstretched hand. "Alright girl's, let's get down to business. Maya, why don't you first start explaining your relationship with your brother," the dark haired man suggested.
As Emily listened to her girlfriend retell the story that she knew had to be heartbreaking for the musician, her own heart broke and she felt tears well up in her eyes. She couldn't imagine loosing her dad in action and finding out from a call. Throughout the session, the swimmer continued to rub the shorter girl's hand or kiss her head reassuringly or just make sure that her girlfriend knew she was there for her. When the session was finished Emily was surprised. Maya was right- she was a different person in therapy than she was outside of it.
She had never seen the shorter girl cry so much, and frankly it worried her a little. Not even her dads knew about the cutting until they found her almost dead, and the athlete was certain that they weren't aware of how distraught she still truly was about her brother. But then again, she couldn't just go and tell them. Knowing John and Andre, they would do everything in their power to make sure their daughter was OK and that most likely meant sending her to some place like Radley Mental Hospital.
Emily couldn't bear the thought of her girlfriend bing locked up in that place being treated like a charity case that no one could help with but people who would pretend to know her, but she also couldn't bear the though of knowing that Maya was constantly in emotional pain. There were a lot of choices that the jock could make in this situation. She just needed to make sure she made the right one. Then again, she was always pretty bad at that part.
When Maya walked into her house that evening, she heard the sound of soft voices talking quietly with each other. She shut the door carefully and walked out to the dining room where she saw her parents and her girlfriend. As soon as she was in the room the talking stopped and they all looked up at her. Tears were shimmering in Emily's eyes and a moment later her gaze dropped. "What's... Going on?" Maya asked cautiously, setting down her bag. "Maya... Honey... Emily told us what happened today in therapy... And we think you need some serious help," Andre started.
"What are you talking about? What kind of help?" now the musician's voice was starting to get defensive. "Sweetie, you need mental help. Luke's death is slowly taking a toll on your mental state and you need professional help," John continued. "Like from a mental institution? Like Radley?" the artist took a few steps back and shook her head. "No... I... I don't need to go anywhere... I don't need anymore help," her voice was quivering and Emily looked up, her eyes locking with the shorter girl. "Maya you need help, and we can't give it to you, not the way we've been trying-" she started but the musician cut her off.
"Don't. Don't say anything. I don't need to go to Radley. I can't. I won't. I'm not going," Maya snarled, her eyes narrowing at her girlfriend. "Maya, you need help and Radley can do that for you. I know this isn't what you want but think about Luke. Is this what he would want for you? To continuously suffer because of him?" Emily questioned, standing up and taking a step towards the increasingly distressed girl. At those words something in Maya snapped. "You don't know what he would have wanted! You didn't know him and you don't know me!" as soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted them, but she was to angry to care.
Maya grabbed her bag and turned before running up the stairs and slamming her door shut, then locking it. She picked up a small framed photograph of her brother and threw it to the ground, watching as it shattered. She then crawled into her bed, pulled the covers over her body, and cried herself to sleep.
Hello all my readers! So... I am guessing you probably cried reading this chapter because I cried writing it, and I didn't think it was possible for me to make a sadder chapter than chapter nine but I guess I proved myself wrong. So... Review and let me know what you think is going to happen! Again I'll give you guys a preview of the next chapter. That's probably going to become a regular thing.
When Emily saw her girlfriend her heart literally broke into pieces. Her eyes were bloodshot- which the athlete had been told was a result of her medication- her hair was a mess, her lips were pale and her gaze stared right at the swimmer but also right through her. "Hey," the jock forced herself to smile as she looked at the musician. "Go away," Maya's voice was distant and her tone was dark. "Maya-" the taller girl was cut off. "I don't want to see you. Go away. Please," despite the fact that it killed her that the artist didn't want to see her, Emily knew she was under the influence of medicine and was mentally unstable at the moment, so she nodded, mumbled a quick "I love you," and turned to walk down the hall. If she would have stayed a moment later she would have seen the tears that Maya could no longer hold back as she watched her girlfriend walk down the hall and out of sight.