"I'm not hungry," Maya's used to being offered snacks as a way to get her to visit her councilor or therapist. She was easily bribed with food, but at the same time she was a bit too nervous to eat.
Because where does she even start. At the beginning, or where this started. With what she did, or she's been through. She just sits, eyes closed, trying to gather a series of thoughts that could be considered at least sentence-like. Running her hand over her arm, feeling the difference between the small scars and the more responsive skin. "I've been in therapy for the past three years. I was good for a while, but there was a bus crash and-"
No, that's not the detail to start on. The bus crash barely did anything. Yes, you got a few new scars on your arm but so what. And yes your best friend was in a coma. "I mean- four months ago I tried to kill myself. Thinking my friends would be better off without me."
No longer in the way of their happeness, screwing their lives up.
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Date: 2021-08-11 10:28 pm (UTC)Because where does she even start. At the beginning, or where this started. With what she did, or she's been through. She just sits, eyes closed, trying to gather a series of thoughts that could be considered at least sentence-like. Running her hand over her arm, feeling the difference between the small scars and the more responsive skin. "I've been in therapy for the past three years. I was good for a while, but there was a bus crash and-"
No, that's not the detail to start on. The bus crash barely did anything. Yes, you got a few new scars on your arm but so what. And yes your best friend was in a coma. "I mean- four months ago I tried to kill myself. Thinking my friends would be better off without me."
No longer in the way of their happeness, screwing their lives up.