Chapter 31

                                    

                                          
~Maya~
Present 
No one's listening.  
I am screaming, but no one's listening to me.  
They aren't even bothered to listen to me. 
Listen to me. 
Please, listen to me, just once. 
I have something to tell you too, please listen to me too. 
But they don't, they just look at me as if I have gone crazy. Some look at me with contempt, some look at me with pity, some just ignore me and some look at me with annoyance masked with contempt. But I don't want that, I just want them to listen to me.  
Why would they listen to you Maya? Why would they when Mia is speaking after eleven years? You're so naive.  
They should listen to me, because I too am speaking after eleven years, maybe even longer.  
They won't, they never listened to you before, they won't continue to do now.  
Fuck this shit!  
I reach out before me, flailing my hands wildly as I continue to scream like a maniac in hopes they would give me a chance to speak as well.  
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!! 
"Maya, Maya, look at me baby." A voice calls out but it's so far away, I can't reach it. Because I feel the hands, ripping away my skin, they are exposing my every wound, every scar but they still no one cares.  
My face tightens, every slap I took all those years ago, every touch of theirs on each part of my body rekindle, the more no one listens to me. I went silent for them; I endured for them so why can't they give me a few minutes of their day and listen to what I have to say?  
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!! 
I hear a sob, a loud sob and something like, "Kyle, help!" Why are they asking for help? I am the one who needs it the most.  
I reach out before me, but when something cool touches I flinch and throw it away, something metallic, liquid-y and sticky flowing down my hand, healing the wounds and opening new ones, but still, no one listens to me.  
"Mama, I want to be like you when I grow up, I want to be strong like you, I love you so much." Mom smiles at me, her eyes wrinkling at the end, her blonde hair glowing, as she picks me up and spins me around, "Is that true?" She asks smiling so bright and wide I give her a loud kiss on cheek and she laughs, "Yes!" I exclaim proudly and she hugs me close to her, "You can be whoever you want, hun. And I will still love you." She says, looking at me and giving me a kiss on my cheek.  
A hysterical laugh leaves me, she lied. She doesn't love me, she doesn't even listen to me so how come she love me.  
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!  
"....Look at us, I forgive you, I really do just look at us!" They still aren't listening to me, no matter how much I beg, they won't listen to me.  
"Dad?" I look at the man before me, who holds my hand as he guides me in the Ferris wheel. He raises his eyebrows, but meets my eyes when he's finally seated, "Yes, baby girl?" He says, and when I say nothing, he still knows what I was trying to ask when he opens his arms and I dive in them.  
Dad chuckles, light heartedly as he places a tiny kiss on my forehead. I hug his neck and smile. My Dad smells like safety, home and protection. I love him so much. 
"Dad, can we take two more rides on the Ferris wheel?" I ask pouting, even if Dad doesn't want to, he now definitely will.  
Dad looks at me, narrowing his gaze but smiles, kissing my cheek as he positions me on his lap and lets me play with his fingers, "As many as you want, little pumpkin." I love Dad so much; he always listens to me.