As what seemed like the usual was beginning to happened again, with an incredible amount happening and Maya having no time to comprehend the situation, the girl sighed softly, burying her face in her hands.
She’d taken out the paper, defaced with doodles, hoping for a simple lesson, but obviously that wasn’t the face. Almost immediately, fights broke out, all with differing reasons. All muscles tense, Maya exhaled a shaky breath, face hidden by her hands.
She really couldn’t handle all this arguing.
Back and forth they went, blaming and mocking and shouting. Behind the chaos, she sat, head ducked low and eyes screwed shut.
C’mon, Maya. You’re never like this. Just breathe, you’re being irrational, just.. calm down...
Despite her mini pep-talk, she didn’t seem to relax at all. Nothing could be calm, there was always something wrong, wasn’t there?
More yelling, accusations of bullying... news of death, tears.
An indescribable guilt washed over her. She was the mediator, the soother, the one who helped people, but she was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t be bothered to try, and it ached, in a way. Always had she dismissed her feelings to care for others, and it was catching up to her.
Standing up suddenly, she walked across the room, grabbing the bathroom pass in a rather jerky motion.
“I need a minute,” she mumbled. Her voice sounded choked up. She didn’t want to break in the middle of the room; no, other people needed the attention of others. She’d dismiss herself, fix it alone, and come back to hopefully help everyone else.
Pulling the door open, she slipped into the hallway, leaning against the wall and slowly sinking into a sitting position, drawing her knees up and resting her forehead on them, sighing softly.
