Claimer: Sorry Maya, Emily's mine. :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars. I dedicate everything to Sarah Shepard, ABC Family, and anyone else affiliated with the Pretty Little Liars book/series.

Note from the author: Just want to clarify a few 't mean to write so much in the author's note, just had a lot to say.

Now that finals are over, I will be able to update more often.

Toby... So no one is confused, Toby committed suicide by shooting himself in the head (graphic, right?), and left Emily a suicide note (Which is the one she read in chapter 1). Sorry I didn't clarify that before. Some people asked why I killed him off . Just trust me, there is a reason for him dying. I didn't do it because I'm hate Toby. I love Emily/Toby fanfics, but one reason was I felt like since this is a Maya/Emily fanfic, Emily be focused more on Maya. The other reasons will become apparent soon.

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Chapter 10

Maya's POV

I heard the door close from the kitchen. She said she loved me. She loved me. Why didn't I say those three words back? Why didn't I believe her? Does someone really love you if they kiss someone else? These questions played over and over in my head.

I sat there a few moments after she left, trying to figure things out. I stood, getting some juice from the fridge. While I was poring it, I heard something fall in the living room. "Mom?" She wasn't supposed to be home until later in the morning. "Hello?" No response.

I walked into the living room, almost stepping on shattered glass. A vase had fallen over. I went to get a broom from the closet when I heard more glass shatter in the kitchen. Someone was in the house. I bolted for the door, but was pulled back by the arm. I screamed, hoping anyone could hear me. I tried moving the gloved hand off my arm, but the grip was tight. The stranger pulled me towards them, putting a wet cloth over my mouth. My screams were muffled as everything started to go black. I thought, Help someone!, as my vision blurred, and my mind closed off.

I awoke with a bad headache. I blinked a couple times, trying to regain my vision. It was blurry at first, the I realized I was on the bath room floor. My limbs felt week, unable to move. There was a liquid on the floor. When I looked down, I realized it was blood. I was so scared, not knowing what was happening. Then I remembered the stranger from last night. My mind was too exhausted to produce tears. A sharp pain went through my head, making me nauseous. I knew the blood was mine. There was no pain, but I could feel it, trickling down from my wrists.

I couldn't speak, but tried to call for help. Then the 'what if's popped into my head. What if no one came to help me? What if I die here? What if Emily hadn't had left?

My vision started to fade out again as I tried to stay awake. Just before everything went black, I could hear the front door open with my mother calling my name. I realized it have to have been close to 8 AM. "Maya, I'm home. How was you're night? Maya?" Her calls got louder and more desperate. I wanted to call back, but all I could muster was a whisper. "Mom... Mom..." Then at that moment, I knew I was going to die.

I then thought of Emily, and realized if I were to go now, all she would be left with is my anger. All I could think of was Emily. So I guess my life did flash before my eyes, as cheesy as it sounds.

Emily's POV

I didn't bother closing the door when I left my dad's car. While sprinting into the hospital, tears fell from my eyes, at what seemed like the hundredth time that day. The secretary looked startled when I ran up to her desk.

"Can I hel-"

"Maya. Maya St. Germain. I need to see her." My speech was rushed and fulled of urgency.

She looked at her computer screen. Her slow typing seemed to mock me. "She's just coming out of the O.R. You'll have to wa-"

I didn't let her finished her sentence. "I need to see her now." I demanded. The other two secretaries turned from their computers to see what the commotion was.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. You'll have to-"

"I don't care, okay? I have to see her!" I didn't want to raise my voice, but I couldn't help it.

I saw Maya's mom, I recognized her from pictures. She was talking to a couple police officers when she looked to see what was going on.

"Mrs. Germain-," the secretary started.

"What's going on?" She looked as if the past couple hours of her life were hell.

"This girl wants to see your daughter."

"Hi," she offered her hand, I shook it. "Are you one of Maya's friends?"

"Yeah, I'm Emily Fields. I turned on the news and got here-"

"Ahhh," she interrupted with a small smile. "So you're Emily. I hate we had to meet like this." I nodded in agreement. Looking down at my feet. "You want to see Maya?"

I looked up nodding once again. "The doctor said she can't have vi-"

Mrs. Germain looked at the lady behind the desk. "She's my daughter. I think it's okay for a friend," she looked at me. "to visit."

We walked down the hall. I wanted to ask how the darker girl was doing. If she was going to be okay. This was so sudden, and I knew it was my fault. I just didn't know it was this bad. When I entered the room, I stopped at the door, scared to look on the inside. Her mom touched my arm reassuringly as the doctor came out of the room. We shook hands. "Hi, I'm Dr. Hunter."

"Emily Fields." I didn't care about his name, just how Maya was.

"Well, she's doing much better. The cuts were pretty deep, and she lost a lot of blood." This was what I feared, hearing how it happened. He took in a deep breath. "Honestly, I'm surprised she would cut that deep. There were no other scars on her arms, so this was the first time. If you hadn't came in when you did, I'm not sure she would have made it." Mrs. Germain covered her mouth, choking back tears. "We would like to keep her here for a couple days for observation. She's been doing well taking in blood from the IV, but we would like our psychologist to talk to her. Self harm is very serious, and the hospital is willing to do anything help you're family through this."

She nodded, "Thank you doctor. May we see her?"

"Sure," he bid us goodbye then walked down the hall. Her mother opened the door.

Maya looked tired, even though she was resting. She looked sick. Her skin wasn't as vibrant, she just looked exhausted. The most unsettling sight were her arms. Thick bandages went from her wrists to her elbows. I tried my hardest not to cry, feeling like I didn't deserve to. This was my fault.

"Why did she do this?" Her mother asked, not really to me, but more to herself. A silence entered the room. She was trying to figure out Maya's reasoning. I felt guilty, for knowing why, but being too scared to say it. She deserved to know.

"Mrs. St. Germain," She turned to me, "I- I know why she did this."

Ending note: :-) I love this story. I never even imagined it would get this far. It was seriously going to be a five chapters long. I love that's turned into so much more. I really hope you guys liked this chapter. Sorry it wasn't as long as the others, just though this was enough to get the point across. The next one should be up in a few days. REVIEW! I'm hoping that if I bold it it'll be ingrained into your memory. Review please, it makes me very, very happy!