Chapter 4 What is wrong with her?

By 3:00 the Crash Down began to slow down as the 10 costumers turned into 5. The pace grew slow giving Maria and Liz a well deserved break. They all knew that by 5:00 the Crash Down would be busy again, luckily the girls both got off at 3:30.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Liz asked Maria as she poured both of them a nice cold glass of ice tea. While she was doing that, she noticed Michael staring at Maria.

"Oh probably nothing, I'm just going to relax." Maria said as she took a nice gulp of her drink.

Liz nodded her head and then elbowed her in the side.

"Ouch, what was that for?" Maria asked

" You're sure you're not doing anything tonight?" She asked.

" Yeah why?" Maria asked again.

" Because Michael is staring at you, like he is waiting to pounce on you and get it on!" Liz said as she chuckled to herself.

Maria faked a laugh and looked over at Michael. They're eyes met, then she turned her head away. She knew the real reason why he was staring at her as she looked down at her arms.

" I'm sure Liz, We don't have anything planned tonight!" Maria said as she finished her ice tea and went to the back, to gather up all of her stuff. Liz followed behind her.

" Oh well tell me if anything does happen. I'm off I have to get ready for my date with Max!" Liz said.

" I will! Have fun, be back by 11 sharp!" Maria laughed as she grabbed her bag and headed out of the back door.

Maria's house was silent and empty. It felt like a church without all of the people. It was dark and surprisingly very cold. She shrugged her shoulders and checked the messages. There was one from her mom saying she wouldn't be home till real late. Maria sighed. She was alone again. She ran upstairs, put her bag down and laid on her bed. She began thinking about her problem, trying to find an answer. She didn't know what was wrong with her, or why she started cutting. All she knew was that it felt like it was her against the world. The person she cared about most, now didn't give a damn about her. Max and Liz couldn't help her, they were too much into their own perfect dream land. She wouldn't try with Isabel, and she didn't want to talk to Kyle about her problems. She was alone. Alone to face her demons. What would Alex say to her now? He would be speechless, seeing his strong Maria week and fragile. Alex. She thought as a tear trickled down her face, remembering her other best friend who was killed by Tess. Anger and sadness weren't a good solution as Maria sat up on her bed. Now more then ever, she needed to escape, maybe for good.

She walked into the bathroom and found the razor, where she had left it. She placed it on her skin and began to cut. Instead of making little scars, she made bigger ones. Deeper ones. The red blood trickled down her arm, gathering in the sink. Maria began to get dizzy as her body swayed back and forth. She could faintly hear a small knocking from her room but then she collapsed on the ground. If Maria had went in her room, she would have found Michael knocking on her window.