"Emaya Forever Done Right"
Remember its 4 months after Paige was killed so the –A stuff isn't as technical as it got in later seasons on PLL.
Just a reminder they already know that Mona is part of the –A team.
Rated M for Mature Content.
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Maya is in a deep slumber from the medication she was given. The doctor believes it will wear off soon and for everyone to just be patient. In the meantime, Maya's eyes move behind her lids. She is in REM sleep, the deepest part of the sleep cycle, dreaming…
I'm walking alone along the cliffs having lost everything. There's no one to turn to, it's just me and the ocean breeze. It's a loneliness that only someone who has loved and lost can feel. I stand high above the dark waters watching the waves crash below me. The air blows against my white satin robe, forcing it open revealing my white satin nightgown. My long dark tresses flow wildly behind me as the wind tries pushing me back but fails time after time. Why is this happening? Why can't I ever be happy? Why is everyone that I've ever loved being taken from me? Is it because I'm not worthy of love? I take a step closer, the sand shuffling with my stride, loosening the earth beneath me, causing the rocks to tumble over the edge, plunging into the blackness of the ocean…
Chapter 32: A Desperate Phone Call
The St. Germains enter Maya's hospital room. She just lies there with her eyes open as if life itself has been taken from her. The doctor encourages her parents to show Maya some of Emily's things. A picture of the two of them, a scarf and a stuffed animal that Maya gave to Emily that she never left home without until the day she hurriedly ran away from Maya's lies. But not one thing has an effect on Maya. She continues to lie there presumably unaware of her surroundings or herself…
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. St. Germain. Sometimes actual concrete things that belong to or remind the patient, in this case your daughter, of the underlying cause of her catatonic state can trigger a function in her brain bringing the patient, Maya, back. It appears that she is so deeply traumatized that she is unable to break from this state," the doctor explains.
"So, now what? Do we do nothing? Do we just let her lie there like that?" Mr. St. Germain demands more than asks.
"Well, not necessarily. I think the more she is exposed to familiarity the better chance she will have of breaking free from this state."
"What do you suggest?" asks Mrs. St. Germain anxious to do something, anything to help her daughter.
"I think she should go home."
"She can fly back to Rosewood?" Aunt Maren asks befuddled.
"No, not Rosewood but to the place where this happened, your home Maren," the doctor clarifies.
"Just like that?" Mrs. St. Germain asks still not convinced that that is the right decision.
"Not exactly."
"What then exactly?" Mr. St. Germain interjects rather impatiently.
"A nurse would need to stay with her and basically go wherever she goes."
"How? Maya won't even get out of bed. Where is she going to go?" Mrs. St. Germain asks not understanding how this is going to work.
"Maya will have a wheelchair with an IV attached so she can be taken outside for short distances. It will be good to get her some fresh air and hopefully it will have the effect we need it to have."
"Will it get my daughter back?" Mrs. St. Germain asks hopefully.
"Yes, it could get you your daughter back," the doctor reassures her.
"Then it's settled, we'll take her to Maren's as soon as you allow her to be moved," Mr. St. Germain decides with the support from his family.
"Okay, we'll set up the outpatient paperwork and you can take her home in the morning."
"Thank you doctor," Aunt Maren speaks for her family while Frank comforts his wife Eva.
Chelsea has been in the background the whole time listening to the entire conversation. The wheels in her head start spinning and as luck would have it the doctor's suggestion coincides with her plan to get Maya away from the hospital and her family. But she needs Noel's help to do it…
And speak of the devil, Noel appears but he's alone which doesn't make Chelsea happy. She grabs his arm pulling him aside before anyone sees him.
"What are you doing here without him?" she practically rips his arm from his socket.
He shrugs his arm forcefully away from her grasp, "Chelsea, I told you he wouldn't come and I want to see Maya."
She eyeballs him and says, "Fine."
"It is?" Noel asks shocked by her agreeability.
"The plan is moving forward. I need you to get him someplace else tomorrow night."
"Chelsea…"
"Maya is being sent home. And you and I are going to sneak her out…"
Aunt Maren calls Chelsea over to tell her the news that she's already overheard but pretends she's hearing for the first time. This gives Noel the chance to slip into Maya's room and he's shocked by what he sees. His hand covers his mouth as he can see his friend there but not really there. He walks over to her and takes her hand, "Maya, I promise I'm gonna make this right. I'm going to do whatever it takes to bring you back." He releases her hand, kisses her forehead and walks towards the door but before he opens it he takes out his cell phone...
"Emily, you have to call me back as soon as you get this. Maya's in the hospital. She thinks you were killed in a plane crash because the plane that crashed was headed to Philadelphia the same day you left. Please Emily, please be okay…"
As he pushes the door open, he hits end on his cell then shoves it into his front pocket but unbeknownst to him, Chelsea sees him and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who he called, Emily…
Chelsea begins to cough and excuses herself from the St. Germains so she can get a cup of water but really she makes her own phone call…
"I thought Noel was on the team but I think he may have just aborted, need back up immediately."
En route to Philadelphia Airport…
Emily sits by the window on the plane, her eyes closed, her neck snuggled gently by a wraparound pillow while her head leans towards the shade covering the night skies. All her parents can do is hope that their Emmy will feel like herself again when she gets back to her friends and the familiarity of Rosewood. They will make sure she feels safe and loved.
Emily stirs slightly in her seat as her thoughts become dreams and her dreams suggest a different reality…
I try to remember every moment we spent together. It isn't hard. I actually don't even have to try. Every look and flirt and smile and touch and kiss is embedded in my soul. The girl who moved into Alison's house-I thought it would be so hard for me to see someone else living there but it wasn't. Helping her bring her last two boxes into Alison's bedroom which was now Maya's bedroom seemed less weighty than I thought it would be. I can see those perfect straight white teeth with the most perfect smile to match. Those eyes looking me up and down and the tingling sensation I felt and still feel whenever she does that to me.
I wasted so much time denying who I was that it was time I didn't get to have with her. Instead, I befriended Toby, the boy we set up to take the fall for the garage fire and Jenna's blindness. I felt so guilty about that and I wanted to make up for it but in doing so I wasn't with her. Toby even called me out on it at the Homecoming dance. He said that maybe I went with the wrong person and he couldn't have been more right except I thought that me not wanting him made him angry so I ran away from him. I was so freaked out I ultimately lost my balance and fell hard onto the floor beneath the Hall of Mirrors display ending up at the hospital. I thought about her the whole time. I wanted to call her to tell her but it wasn't until Hanna told me about the pictures that I knew it was time for me to be honest with myself.
I found her at school on Monday however she wasn't so thrilled to see me. But I made my case anyway. I told her it was time for me to be honest with myself and that I wanted to try again. She was cool about it. A lot cooler than I thought she would be though she did make me promise not to flake on her again. That was the start of our incredible relationship. I'm so glad I made things right between us otherwise I would never know what this thing called love is all about.
We had so many amazing times together. Oh how she makes me laugh and smile with just a head tilt. I love her head tilt! Her touch makes me weak. Her kiss makes me flutter. Her love makes me, me.
I shuffle in my seat as my dreams take me to the time I'm forced to say goodbye because of Tru North and then to the misunderstanding on the phone making me feel like she wanted me to date other people. So I did but it wasn't the same. I stayed friends with Paige and Samara but nothing more. Only she can make me feel those feelings of need and want and desire wrapped with a love I never thought would ever happen to me. And when she returned pushing me up against that locker devouring my kisses, I was once again under her spell.
The sex and the fights and the making up with more sex but it was more than that because I never once thought about having sex with anyone but her. Our bodies were made for each other. We belong to one another totally and completely.
The hand holding while we walk home from school knowing we belong to each other. I'm going to miss more moments like that—Chemistry class, gym class and her finishing up with Jazz band waiting for me to finish swim practice, sometimes even helping me shower and dry off and change. Oh, the thought of her hands caressing my body makes me shiver in my sleep. I'm going to miss watching movies, driving with the top down, lunches in the courtyard, talking about music and being best friends.
Because the lies I told threatened all that. I almost got her killed. I would've died inside if that was her in that body bag. It wasn't. And our love flourished. Until again my lies got in the way but we managed to get past that. Only this time it's her lies that threatened all that. Her past caught up with her, a past she should've told me about. How dare she make such a big deal about me lying when all this time it was she who was just as big a liar if not bigger!
My head moves back and forth against the pillow as my dreams follow yet another path. I want to go back and freeze that moment where she said, "I care about you so I'll wait. You don't need to say anything you just need to know that." I want to change that moment and turn to her and say, "You don't need to wait. I'm ready to be yours." Then maybe things would be different. I wouldn't have spent so much time with Toby instead of her. And maybe she would've told me about her past if I didn't make her wait so long for me. How could she know that I was always going to choose her, she couldn't so she let her past be her past trying to bury it like I tried to bury who I really am…
Then I see her last words to me, "You're dead to me." MayA, MayA, MayA…
And I wake with a start because that message, that message wasn't from her it was from -A!
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To Be Continued…
