Maia's first time is less than pleasing. Then a mysterious bad boy comes to town and Maia can't get her mind off of him. Then when Maia finds herself in rehab she meets a girl who has more to her than meets the eye. Will she fall In love or will she...
"They hate me, they all hate me!" My voice hitches with a strained whisper. I can't do this anymore. I sit myself up and stare blankly across my room at my top dresser drawer, I know that what is in there could solve all my problems. I could solve all my problems, I could get rid of the voices, I could get rid of the images that engulf me, I could end it all.
I stand and stagger toward my dresser. Slowly I grasp the knobs and pull my dresser open, I grab the floral print sock that I haven't touched in 3 months. My top dresser drawer still open I stagger back to my bed, the floral sock gripped tightly in my right hand. I climb into my bed and dump the contents of the sock, revealing an orange medicine bottle with my name printed across the top with 'Nonbenzodiazepine (Sleep-Aid)' written below it. Instructions say to take one by mouth at the time you want to sleep, but I don't want to just sleep. I tap 5 pills out into my hand. I need water so I set the pills down on my bedside table and go to the kitchen to retrieve some. I walk back to my room, sit on my bed and pull out my phone.
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After I text Maverick, Avery, and Hunter I turn my phone off and scoop the pills off my bedside table. I stare at the little round blue pills in my hand, then in one swift movement I put them in my mouth and wash them down with the water. I lay down, I can finally have peace now.
The last thing I hear is the sound of my door being kicked down and I vaguely hear a strong voice repeatedly calling my name.
"Maia? Maia?! MAIA? MAIA?! MAI-"
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None of you are ever alone, there is always someone that is willing to listen. Suicide is never the answer, it doesn't get rid of the pain, it just passes it to someone else. Please if you ever feel worthless like Maia was in this chapter call someone, talk to someone. Please don't ever think that you are worthless. If you are reading my story, even if we haven't met you already mean the WORLD to me.
Help is out there.
Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255
Rape, Abuse and Incest National Hotline:1-800-656-4673
National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233
Youth Crisis Hotline: 1-800-448-4663
United Way Crisis Helpline: 1-800-233-4357
GriefShare: 1-800-395-5755
And there is a bunch more athttp://www.pleaselive.org/hotlines
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