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Note from the Author: My view count reached 10,000! I'm so happy! This story's development has really shocked me. I didn't know it was going to end up like this, but I'm glad it did. Sorry I didn't update as soon as I promised. School totally kicked my butt this week. So updates with probably come ever weekend. Then once we go on winter break, updates might be twice a week. So keep reading and review. It lets me know you guys are actually reading this story. Thanks for all the support, and enjoy. :-)

Chapter 11

3rd Person

When Emily finished, she stayed still, looking at her daughter. Recreating the scene in her head was easy, until the part where Emily left their house. She understood that Maya might have been upset, but she knew of Maya's strength. Her daughter wouldn't let something like this push her to the edge.

Mrs. Germain walked over to her daughter's bed side. Something wasn't right. Maya was strong. Something else must have been bothering her. Something that would cause this self damage. After a few moments, she remembered Emily was in the room.

"Emily," she didn't turn to speak to the swimmer. "Could you leave? I just want to be with Maya."

Emily blinked a few tears away and looked at the floor nodding. Without a word, she walked out, lightly closing the door behind her.

Emily's POV

My vision was becoming hazy from tears as I walked away from the room. There was a lump in my throat that made breathing difficult. I walked out the front door of the hospital.

"Emily!" My father called from behind, running from the waiting room. He came over, with a worried look on his face. How's Maya?"

I wanted him to hold me as I sobbed. But I couldn't let that happen. I didn't deserve to cry. I looked at him, nodding. "She's stable."

He pulled me into a hug. I to everything inside of me not to cry. "Are you okay?"

I didn't respond. We both knew the answer. I wasn't okay. I was far from it.

After we left the hospital to go home, I ran up to my room and closed the door behind me. Laying on my bed, silent tears rolled down my cheeks. They felt like acid. You don't deserve to cry. This is all your fault.

The vibrating of my phone lifted me out of my thoughts. It was Spencer. She was probably worried I hadn't called her back. But I didn't feel like talking, so I turned off my phone. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. No one could help mend my pain. I had brought this on. I was the one that made this happen.

I spent the next couple hours laying in bed. Forcing my self no to cry. I wasn't supposed to feel pain. Maya and her family were. Every tear that accidentally slipped was wiped away quickly. At some point my dad came up to my room. I would pretend to be asleep when he walked in. He placed a kiss on my head and whispered in my ear, "It's going to be okay." Afterward, I would repeat those words in my head, but I didn't believe it.

At one point I actually fell asleep. In my dreams, I watched the previous night, as though I was a voyeur. At the end of the dream, Maya told me to leave. As much as I told my body to stay, I walked out the door anyway. "Emily," I looked around to find where the voice was coming from.

Opening my eyes, Spencer, Aria, and Hannah came into my vision. They were wearing black dresses. "Emily," Spencer repeated. "Wake up." Her voice was full of urgency. I realized I was in a cold sweat, and my breathing wasn't even.

Hannah pulled me into a hug. "What kind of dream was that? You were screaming and shaking."

Once she let go I sat up, resting my head in my hands. "What are you guys doing here?"

Aria place her hand on my shoulder. "We were worried about you. Why didn't you pick up your phone?" I grabbed my phone, turning it on. "We saw the news. How is she?"

I looked up at them, then looked at my phone. "She's alive."

"This morning," Spencer started, as I looked at her. "You said you guys had an argument. Do you think that's why she did it?" I nodded, seeing the looks of concern on the girls' faces. "Emily," She sat down by my side. "Emily, don't think this is your fault. You're not the one who caused her bodily harm. She did. This is not your fault."

I looked away, not responding. My phone vibrated from my missed texts. Several were from the girls in the room. But one text was from a number I didn't recognize.

Emily, it's Maya's mom. She just woke up and wants to see you. Please come back as soon as you can.

I jumped out of the bed, startling the girls. Slipping into my shoes I bolted out my bedroom door.

"Emily," Hannah called as I ran down the stairs. "Where are you going?"

"Maya just woke up," I didn't bother turning around to talk to her. I was in too much of a hurry. "I have to see her. Dad!" I called. He walked out of the kitchen. "Could you take me back to the hospital?"

"Sure, is everything alright?"

"She woke up, Maya woke up." I was anxious and he made haste to get his keys and walk out the door.

"What about the memorial?" Spencer chimed in, causing me to stop mid step. How could I have forgotten? I check my watch, it started in an hour. "Emily, did you honestly forget?"

That's when I realized I finally accepted the death of Allison Dilaurentis. I realized I would always love her. However, the place in my heart that became empty when she died was now filled with someone else. Maya. I looked at Spencer, "I'm sorry." Then I continued out the door to my bike.

"Emily! You're not going? We've been planning this for two months!" Spencer was getting aggravated, afraid the event wouldn't go as planned.

"Spence," Hannah walked to her side, placing a hand on the tense shoulder. "She's moved on."

They looked at the swimmer give them a glace before getting into her dad's car.

I ran through the double doors for the second time that day. I didn't even bother stopping by the front desk this time. As I Maya's room, I hesitated when I heard some yelling on the other side of the closed door. One of the voices came from Mrs. Germain, the other was from a man.

"This is all your fault!" he yelled.

"How the hell is this my fault James?"

"You were at work! If you were at home, none of this would have happened!"

"Do I have a choice? Since you left I've had to take extra shifts at the hospital!" she retorted.

"Please don't complain! You know, that's why I left! You just can't except that you're wrong! You think you're always right!"

"Well guess what, maybe you leaving was the reason why she did this!"

The room when silent. "No, no! Don't try putting this on me!" I heard steps coming towards the door, so I stepped back. Once it opened, the man walked out of the room. It was Maya's dad, I could just tell. She seemed to get her physical traits from both her parents. He gave me a confused look then continued down the hall, with Mrs. Germain following, yelling at his back.

I looked into the room, she was sitting there, bawling into her palms. I ran in and gently brought her into a hug. While I rubbed her back, she shook with sobs. I could still hear her mom's voice from the room. "Shhh, it's going to be okay Maya." Her body felt so weak in my arms, but she held onto me as if for protection. After a few moments, the sobbing still hadn't subsided, which maid me hold her tighter. She was hurt. I wasn't sure if it was because of her parents or the situation, but I just wanted to be there for her. Her the crying stopped after some time. She had her head resting on my shoulder, steadying her breaths. My heart couldn't take the image of Maya cutting her self, it was too much to bear.

"Maya, I'm sorry." she pulled away with a confused look on her face. "If it wasn't for the kiss none of this would have happened. This is all my fault. I'm so sorry." She gently took my hand, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

"No. As soon as I woke up, my mom was by my bed side. She was crying, and at first I didn't know where I was. I asked her what was going on. Then," She looked down at her bandages as tears landed on them, "she told me I tried to kill my self last night." She looked at me, shaking her head, "Emily, please tell me you don't believe I would do this."

"Wait," I was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Someone was in the house last night." Her tears were falling freely once again. "They hurt me Emily, and I guess they made it look like a suicide. You have to believe me."

I hugged her again. Half relieved she didn't try to killed her self, but also terrified at what really happened last night. "Of course I believe you, Maya."

This meant some one tried to kill her... but who?

Ending Note: So what do you guys think? I hope you guys liked it. Please review to share your thoughts on it. The next chapter should come this weekend. Again sorry for the late update. I really enjoy writing this and when I get reviews I'm motivated to write even more.