Max's eyes slowly opened. Her head was pounding, and her vision was blurry. She tried to move her head, but it was too heavy. Everything was too heavy; and everything was tingling. It was the worst feeling. Her eyes blinked open once more, trying hard to focus, which was hard with lights shining right into her eyes. All that she could see was white; it was blinding. Remembering earlier that day, she knew exactly where she was. The barn in the supposed "dark room." It sure didn't feel dark at that moment. It was bright; too bright.
Thoughts were broken when she heard something across the room. She was not alone. Her eyes open, trying to focus. All she could see was light; bright and blinding. Even though her vision was no longer blurred, she couldn't see anything. The room was too bright. She understood what Kate had meant when she had said she thought she was in a hospital. Only thing was, Max knew this was not a hospital room, not even close.
Thinking back to the junkyard sent chills down Max's spine. It was a bit blurry, but she could remember a few things. She and Chloe had went there to try to get Rachel's body so that Nathan could not dispose of it. They had been followed. They had just got to the spot when Max felt a sharp pain in her neck. That was all she could remember. No...wait. She thought hard. It was slowly coming to her. She remembered reaching her hand out, trying to rewind. She had failed due to the drugs. She also remembered Chloe getting shot in the head; a memory that made tears sting her eyes. She could also remember a man standing over her...but she could not remember his face. Had it been Nathan? No...Nathan had been beaten up too badly by Warren earlier that day...no way he could have carried her there. So who was it?
Hearing footsteps come close, Max's heart raced. Tears streamed down her cheeks, burning the skin. She was trying to move her hands, but she couldn't. Not because they were too heavy; no, they were bound together. This made her even more terrified; she wanted to rewind time, to save Chloe. With her hands tied made it impossible, so did being drugged. She was terrified.
The footsteps stopped. Still blinded, she was unable to see where he was. However, she could hear him tinkering with something. She was almost positive that it was more drugs. "Please, don't do this..." she begged, her voice weak. It was barely there, but she was able to speak a little. There was no answer. Closing her eyes, she tried to fight back the tears. "Please... please don't d this. Just let me go, I won't say anything. Please don't hurt me," she cried as the man started to move again. "Please!" she called out, wishing he would speak, say anything.
"What if I end up like Rachel and Chloe? What if I die? What good will any of this have been?" Max thought to herself, tears stinging her eyes. She had so much more to live for. She was young, she had many friends that she still wanted to spend time with like Kate, that and she hadn't even told the person that she liked how she felt. No, she couldn't die, not now. She had to find a way to get out of this situation, to save herself. And, more importantly, save Chloe.
As the footsteps came closer, she looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. Not being able to remember the junkyard, she expected to see Nathan. But, it wasn't Nathan; she remembered now! Catching a glimpse of Mr. Jefferson, her lips parted to ask why he was doing this. Why was he hurting her? She never did anything to him... But, as she felt the needle prick her neck, her words caught in her throat; unable to speak. She stared him in the eyes as she felt her vision going blurry once again.
Just as her eyes were closing, she heard the door open. "Max!" a familiar male's voice called out. However, in the state she was in, she could not make it out. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the drug began to take full affect. Her head, now limp, rolled to the side as she fell unconscious.
"You're going to pay for this!" the man called out, causing Mr. Jefferson to turn around. "Wait... Mr. Jefferson?" the man gasped as he caught site of his face. No one had expected it to be Mark, everyone expecting it to be Nathan, or maybe even David Madsen.
The teacher smirked as he turned around, looking at the drunken teenager standing in front of him. "What are you doing here? Come to join Maxine?" he grinned, strolling over to the desk. He picked up another needle, keeping his eyes on the boy. "Then again, whether you came to join her or not is irrelevant. You either end up like Maxine, or her," he spoke, nodding his head towards Chloe's lifeless body laying dead on the floor. "I suggest you co-operate with me here if you want to live."
"Max, never Maxine," he said through gritted teeth, as if it made any difference in the matter. Warren balled his hands into fists. He felt anger pulse through him, wanting nothing more than to leap forward, punching the adult in the throat. Although usually a calm, sweet guy, this week was different. Seeing Nathan threatening Max; twice; and now seeing her like this? Warren was furious. Not only was Max one of his best friends, he was also in love with her.