It has been three weeks since the hostage crisis and Layla still can't go into the kitchen. She could go into the living room, no problem. She didn't kill anybody in there. She was a murderer. At least, that's what she feels like. She killed a man. Yes, the man was a bad guy. Yes, the man had threatened her many times throughout the night and morning. Yes, given the chance he was going to kill her first. That didn't matter, though. She killed him, so she was no better that Levi Blankenship and Daniel Carter. Kate and her friends told her that it wasn't her fault. What did they know? They were federal agents, and killing bad guys was apart of their job.
It had been three weeks since the hostage crisis, and Layla had yet to open up. Kate watched everyday as her baby sister fell deeper and deeper into depression. She suggested that Layla see a therapist, but Layla wasn't very open to the idea.
Her fourteenth birthday was three days ago, but Layla didn't celebrate. Kate and Leslie tried to get her to, but no luck. Layla didn't deserve it. She was a murderer, after all.
She was like a robot. She woke up, went to school, came home, and stayed in her room. Her routine never changed on the days that Kate made her go to school. Kate and Leslie both noticed. They both kept checking on her. Whenever Kate wasn't home, Leslie was there. She'd bring Marlaina, but even the adorable seven-month-old couldn't cheer her up.
On the days she actually went to school, Layla was withdrawn. She may not have had many friends to begin with, but everyone noticed the tiny red head, who always got into trouble, was staying out of trouble. She wasn't doing her homework and her grades were starting to slip. Teacher were concerned and sent her to the school psychologist. Layla said nothing to the man. He called Kate and she explained the situation. The psychologist said that Kate should take her to see someone. Like she really hadn't thought of that. What was she going to do, pick Layla up and drag her to see a therapist? Layla was a little too big for Kate to lift.
When she was at home, Layla stayed in her room. She wouldn't even listen to music. She'd just sit on her bed. About ten days ago she pick up on another habit: cutting. She'd take any sharp object she could find and make semi deep cuts along her arms, legs, and belly. It was mid-winter, so she could get away with long sleeves and pants. That was the only thing Kate and Leslie didn't notice. They didn't know what Layla was doing to herself physically, just mentally.
Kate knocked on Layla's door and opened it. "Laylee?" she, quietly, called. She saw Layla sitting on a far corner of her bed with her knees to her chest and her face buried in her knees. Kate sat down on the other end of the bed. "Layla, when was the last time you took a shower?" she asked.
Layla didn't answer, it had been days ago.
Kate nodded. "That's what I thought. Go shower and get ready for school."
Layla got up from the bed and left the room. Kate sat there for a minute. She needed to think. What was she going to do now? She got up and looked around Layla's room. She didn't even recognize the area. Layla's room always was at least a little messy, but right now it was spotless. Kate looked over at Layla's dresser. The big mirror on it was broken. It looked like Layla threw something at it. Kate sighed and closed her eyes. She left the room to retrieve a garbage bag. She walked back in the room to clean up the broken glass. There was a lot of it. She needed to do something. She finished cleaning up and turned to leave when something caught her eye. On the floor by Layla's bed was a paper towel. Kate picked it up and saw blood all over it. It all made sense now. She sat on Layla's bed. Layla always wore long sleeves, stayed in her room, depressed, and the broken glass. When did Layla start this? There was no way that Kate was going to work today. She walked out of Layla's room to find her cell phone, which was on the nightstand in her room. She had Gibbs on speed dial. "Gibbs." She heard from the line.
"It's Kate. I'm taking a personal day, I need to stay with Layla." She told him.
"How bad?" he asked.
"Bad, I need to figure out what to do next." She answered.
"Take care of her." He said before hanging up.
Kate made her way back to Layla's room. She was still in the shower. Kate sat down on Layla's bed. She let a few tears slip. She couldn't just sit back and watch Layla slowly kill herself. It was time to save Layla from herself. The problem was, Layla had to want to be helped. Layla walked back into her room and found Kate sitting on the bed. "Why are you still in here?" she asked.
"We need to talk, Laylee." Kate whispered. Layla froze. "Come, sit. You're not in trouble with me." Kate assured her.
Layla sat next to her. "Not in trouble with you? Then who am I in trouble with?" she asked
"Yourself." Kate answered.
"What?" Kate showed her the bloody paper towel. "Where are you going with this?"
"When did this start, Layla?"
Layla looked away. "It doesn't matter."
"It does to me." Kate proclaimed. "You need to start opening up."
"No, I don't." Layla calmly insisted.
"You can't keep going on like this, Layla." Kate pointed out.
"Like what?" she snapped.
"Depressed, withdrawn. When you actually do go to school, you don't talk to anybody. You don't do your homework; your grades are slipping. When you're home, you avoid the kitchen. You're always in here." Kate paused and lifted Layla's shirt, revealing some of her cuts on her belly. "This isn't you." She pointed out, holding back tears.
Layla stood up to face Kate. "How the hell is talking going to help? I don't even want to think about that morning, Kate!" she yelled.
Kate decided to take a different approach. "What morning?" she asked.
"You know what morning." She reminded her.
"No, I don't. Which morning? Yesterday? Last week? Two wee.." Kate was cut off.
"Three weeks ago. Here." Layla dropped to the floor, crying. Kate went to sit next to her, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close. "I killed him, Kate. I took a life and I don't know how to live with it." She sobbed.
Kate felt a few of her own tears fall as she tried to comfort her sister. She kissed the top of Layla's head and stroked her hair. Layla sobbed into Kate's chest. They were on the floor of Layla room for almost an hour when Layla cried herself to sleep. Kate laid them both down, while continuing to hold her baby sister. Kate knew that Layla's little episode that just happened is a start towards healing.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Layla can't live with the fact that she took a life. Can Kate help her?
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DEEP DEPRESSION AND SELF INJURY
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DEEP DEPRESSION AND SELF INJURY