The Mistake by Anna Liudva

She sits in her room.
Pretty much nothing has changed. Even the clothes are lying on the same spot. She doesn’t know if it makes her happy or sad. Judging from teary eyes, it is the second option. She goes downstairs to the lounge and greets her mom. No response, though. She has already used to being ignored. It doesn’t annoy her any more.
Her mother looks awful – the constant depressed expression on the face, red eyes and messy hair.
“David, stop staring at the wall and help me, for God’s sake!” – she hears the loud voice of her mom. Her dad sits on the couch without any movement as if he has frozen.
“I will not touch her things. I want everything to stay the same, at least for now”, – dad’s calm voice makes her smile.
She thinks that it’s okay: they can take her stuff out and remake her room into something else. She doesn’t understand the problem.
“How long should we wait? I was waiting for 6 months already! Has anything changed? No. So, please, don’t make it worse. You know that I am not feeling any better than you”, – begging voice of the wife makes David stand up and go upstairs to help her out.
“Wait, mom, dad, I want to help!” – she is so tired of getting left behind. She needs a moment to go upstairs and appear in the room, where she was a few minutes before.
When she sees her parents, her heart becomes heavier. She almost forgot about everything, but they never fail to remember her.
David and Katherine sit on the bed of their daughter. They are holding her picture and desperately trying not to cry. The smiling face from the picture only intensifies the feeling of grief and sadness.
“I think I’ll never understand why Maya had done that”, – the expression on her mom’s face quickly becomes indifferent. Katherine begins to pack daughter’s stuff.
Maya didn’t understand either. She didn’t know why suicide was the best option at that time. She just wanted to calm down her mental being. Her soul was falling apart, and Maya wanted to make her existence easier with a few cuts on her veins. It didn’t help. She still felt the same pain and suffering.
“Maybe she is in a better world now. I hope she has finally found her peace”. – David always comforted himself with these thoughts. He will die if he thinks otherwise.
“I’m not, dad! I’m not fine! I’m not!” – Maya screams so loud that the whole town could hear her if she was alive. But mom and dad continue to clean her room, take pictures and posters from the wall and pack them in boxes.
Maya understands that her screams are useless. She was screaming like that since her death, and nobody responded. What’s the point now? Tears are flowing from her eyes. Are they limitless? She doesn’t remember the day when she didn’t cry.
“I want to go back”.