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Maya laid in her bed in the early hours of the evening, trying her hardest to fall asleep to avoid having to deal with the troubles of her life. She hated it, she hated it all. She was just forced to eat dinner with her family, but none of them bothered trying to talk to her. Her mother asked her a little bit about her day to be polite, but she knew it meant nothing. They only pretended to care about her. They couldn’t give any less of a shit about her.
That wasn’t even the worst of it, either. Her headphones weren’t working for a reason that she couldn’t figure out, her phone was dead and she broke her charger when she woke up this morning, and her computer was being a piece of shit that kept on crashing whenever she tried to run anything other than google, so there was nothing she could do to procrastinate on the homework she didn’t know how to do.
She groaned, pulling herself up to a seated position on her bed. She looked over to the right, where her blobfish toy sat, and gave it a gentle pat on the head. Since she couldn’t sleep yet, and because she was bored out of her mind, she decided she’d try sneaking downstairs to find something to snack on. She scooted sideways just a bit to get closer to the side of her bed and, on her way off, caught her leg on her throw blanket and tumbled face first to the floor.
“TYFUS!”
She exclaimed, holding her nose since she hadn’t managed to protect her face in time to prevent the pain of slamming herself face first into the ground. Luckily, her floor was carpet, so it wasn’t that bad, but she was already having a bad day. With the strength she had left, she untangled her foot from the blanket so that she could lay flat on the floor of her bedroom.
There, she laid for a long while. She was in too shit a mood to get up, so all she did was just lay on the ground. The floor stunk. It smelled like shit. It reeked of ginger, dust, and some other smell she couldn’t quite place. She could even feel crumbs on her cheek that were tangled into the fibers of the carpet. Normally, the stockings that covered her feet spared her from having to feel the texture of the floor, but now that her cheek was digging into the ground there wasn’t much she could do to circumvent it.
Maya spun around onto her back, looking up into the ceiling of her room. The only source of light was the light of the moon coming in through her blinded window, so she couldn’t see much of anything, but it was better than having to feel the floor directly against her face.
“God, you’re so filthy...”
The words came out in a low mumble, she hadn’t even meant to say anything. The words came out on their own, but she knew they weren’t wrong. She hadn’t showered in well over a week, and here she was rolling around on the floor like a pig in a puddle of mud and its own shit. Her nose hurt like hell, too, from having just fallen into it. The inside of her nose was beginning to feel a bit runny, too.
“...What- Kut...”
She groaned, rapidly pulling herself up to her feet. She recognized that feeling, having what felt like a runny nose after getting hit in the face. Her nose was bleeding, and she wasn’t going to bleed all over her floor. With her hands extended outwards, she hurriedly walked towards the door and felt around for the knob. Once it was finally open, she charged outside and nearly ran into Coco, who was about to knock.
“Oh, Hoi, Maya- Oh no! Maya, what happened to your nose?”
Coco’s voice was like nails against a chalkboard, at least, to Maya it was. She was not in the mood to deal with this, but she didn’t really know what to do, so she froze up.
“U-Uhm... right, my nose, haha... Uhm...”
The words stumbled out of her mouth with little order, and she was completely perplexed. She didn’t want to say she fell out of bed like an idiot, but she didn’t know what else could possibly happen to make her nose start bleeding out of nowhere. Before she even got a chance to make up an excuse, Coco grabbed her hand and started leading Maya to the lavatory.
“H-Huh?”
Maya said in a confused tone, not sure where they were going. Coco opened the door and bent over by the toilet paper roll, getting two sheets before returning to her sister.
“Maya, put these in your nose to stop the bleeding.”
Coco said in a maternal, condescending tone. But, it seemed that she actually was trying to help instead of being a two-faced jerk like she usually was. Maya nodded slowly, accepting the toilet paper.
“Oh... Okay.”
She mumbled in a stupid tone, but she tried her best not to linger on it for too long. If she started beating herself up for her social shortcomings too, she’d be up all-night just bullying herself over things that didn’t matter. She stuffed the papers into her nose, and then nodded to her sister with an awkward expression that was stuck between a frown and a smile. Before Coco could rope her into a conversation, she darted off to head back to her room and shut the door behind her.
“...Oh, right, the snack.”
Maya groaned out, her voice somehow even more tired than before. She turned around, opening the door again just to be met with Coco’s face.
“...What?”
She asked, any mask of a good mood completely gone, now. Maya looked terrible, she knew she did, and the heavy frown on her face could’ve made that obvious to some even as autistic as Pippi.
“Well, Maya, Zoey and I were going to a musi-”
“No.”
Coco’s words were abruptly cut off by Maya’s refusal before she even had the chance to finish.
“But-”
Maya pushed past her sister, her expression now even worse than before. She almost looked angry, and tears were starting to well in her eyes. Maya was pissed. Now, to top off her shitty day, Coco was starting on her bullshit about getting her to hang out with all of Coco’s perfect little friends. All she wanted right now was a bag of pepernoten so she could go back to her room and cry.
Even as Maya went down the stairs, she could hear the noises of Coco following behind her. She didn’t know precisely whether or not Coco was specifically trying to follow her or just going downstairs, but she didn’t want to risk the former. She sped up in her pace down the stairs and was practically jogging into the kitchen.
She quickly scanned the entire kitchen, rummaging through the cabinet that held the snacks just to find that there was nothing left. They had corn chips, a bag of stroopwafels with Mymy’s name on it, and a bag of biltong that she assumed was Coco’s. So, it seemed, just to piss her off even more on this already shitty day, she was out of snacks.
Maya stood in the kitchen for a few seconds, not sure what to do. She didn’t want to stay in the kitchen anymore, but she didn’t want to go back to her room empty handed either. She wasn’t thirsty, so she didn’t want any water, and she didn’t care for any of the snacks that were in their snacks cabinet. The pace of her breath started to quicken, and her face contorted until, yet again, she heard a demon’s voice whispering in her ear.
“Maya, are you alright?”
Coco asked, her hand now resting on Maya’s shoulder. That was the last straw, though the camel’s back had been broken for quite a while now. She pulled away from Coco’s touch, glaring back at her with tears already streaming back at her. For a moment, she was going to yell at her, but she couldn’t even do that right. Her throat was too choked up with her sobbing to speak, so she did what she was best at. She ran away from her problems.
She didn’t get far, though. Only one of two steps on her way back upstairs, she had to dodge the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, and during that little shuffle, she stepped on the foot of her stocking. It must have been dragged down a bit when she’d fallen out of bed, but that was the least of her concerns considering she was currently falling to the kitchen floor. Maya slammed into the ground at a concerning speed, hitting the side of her chest and head against the wooden floor.
“Maya!”
Coco exclaimed, running after her sister. It seemed that that was more than enough motivation to get Maya up and running even despite the massive pain ringing across her entire body. Coco gave up the chase once she saw Maya was trying to escape, and once Maya was finally in her room, she felt safe.
Maya stood there, tears streaming slowly down her face with a dull expression. She was such a fucking asshole. Coco was just concerned for her- no. Coco was just going to make fun of her once she made sure Maya was okay. Maya cursed, and then started to sob. She fell backwards against her door, her hands coming up to her cheeks to wipe falling teardrops.
Why was she such an incompetent asshole? She was so rude to everyone, and that was probably why everyone was so mean to her. She was an abrasive prick who could only make shit worse. That was why her nose hurt, that was why her charger was broken- hell, that was probably what broke her headphones too. She was such a piece of shit that even the universe itself stepped in to try and ruin her life as punishment.
She turned and, with little thought behind it, punched her door at full force and yelped in pain as she rolled her wrist against the solid wooden surface. She fell back onto her ass, holding her hand that was now burning with the searing pain. It didn’t feel like it was broken, but it hurt so much she didn’t care. By now, she was wailing on the floor, mumbling curses about herself between her unintelligible sobs.
By now, she didn’t even have enough energy to get up off the floor. She just fell to her side, the side she didn’t fall on earlier, and curled up into a ball. She was all alone in the darkness of her room without even her blobfish to comfort her. She was such a pain to be around that even inanimate objects were starting to abandon her. The thought would’ve almost been funny had she not been so deep in her own shit.
Slowly, the door to her room opened, and this time, instead of Coco coming in to torment her, it was Mymy. She looked back at her sister, eyes red with tears, in a position so pathetic she’d have killed herself if anyone but Pippi had seen her. Mymy didn’t look as annoying as she usually did, though.
“...Did something happen, May-”
Maya glared at Mymy, and her sister seemed to stop talking suddenly. Then, Maya’s eyes softened. She hadn’t expected Mymy to be in here to check up on her, and she definitely didn’t expect her to end up being nice.
“...W-What do you wAnt, Mymy.”
Maya asked the young girl, her voice cracking midway through the question, though her sharp breathing made the way she spoke so inconsistent that a voice crack was difficult to pinpoint. Maya noticed anyway, and she was sure Mymy did too.
“Uhm... I- I heard a bang, and as your glo- uh- I wanted to check if you were okay.”
From what Maya could tell, Mymy was about to go on a tirade about how glorious she was, but actually ended up cutting herself off midway through. She sighed, looking at the spot on the door where she punched and then suddenly gasped. There was a small dent in the wood where she struck it. It was small and not something major, but if anyone did find out, she was certain she’d end up getting in trouble.
“N-No, nothing is wrong. I am- I’m fine. I... uh... I dropped...”
She looked around for anything heavy on the floor nearby, but couldn’t spot anything. The tears started to well back up.
“I-... I- I-... I...”
As she kept trying to find an excuse, nothing came out. The waterfall of endless droplets started again, and she started sobbing again. Mymy looked back, out of the room, and then back into the room at Maya with a concerned expression. Coco peered inside, the sight of her sister in such a state causing her to make a shocked expression, but to Maya it looked more like a cringe.
She paused for a moment, staring at Coco’s eyes, but even though she wanted to get angry, she no longer had the energy for it. She didn’t have the energy for any of this. Her sobbing slowly stopped, and her depressing state had been reduced to a dull numbness.
“Go a...”
She mumbled something unintelligible under her breath, raising her hand to haphazardly point at Mymy.
“What?”
Mymy asked with a raised brow.
“Go away.”
Maya repeated, louder this time. She looked back at Coco, and Coco shook her head. Mymy sighed, waving to Maya.
“Goodnight, Maya.”
Maya thought for a moment about whether to respond. No, she thought. It wasn’t worth the effort. She moved her hand back and forth in what was supposed to be a wave, but she just ended up sort of rubbing the bottom of her hand against the floor. Mymy must have gotten the message, though, since she closed the door and went on her way.
Finally, Maya was alone. This time, it wasn’t a bad thing to her. She hated spending time with other people. She wasn’t made for it, like Coco or Mymy. She was best off like this, alone, where she couldn’t hurt anyone. Since she was stuck on the floor, she couldn’t help herself, and since she didn’t have anything with her, she couldn’t break something either.
She turned, flopping herself onto her stomach, crossing her arms underneath her head as a pillow. She was too tired to think, now. It was time to sleep, and that she did. Alone, on the dirty floor of her bedroom, where not even her dreams could reach her.