Don't ask me why I've written this, I guess it's 'cause I'm kinda depressed. But at least I'm not going completely emo like Fang over there.

points to Fang in emo corner-

Fang: What? -hides knife behind back-

Disclaimer: Fang does not own a single non-black piece of clothing. I do not own a bit of Maximum Ride.

Moonlight flooded the room, bathing the walls with its soft white glow. The girl liked it like that, enjoyed the fact that her last moments would be illuminated by moonlight. It was so fitting, somehow.

By the time you read this, it would be too late.

Outside, it was calm the air clear and clean. A perfect autumn night. The moon shone brightly, its light not muted in the slightest by clouds. Below, leaves just beginning to change colours, rustled gently in the breeze, completely unaware of what was happening in the top floor bedroom in a modest, red-brick house on an empty street nearby.

You can't stop me, nobody can now.

The white light glinted off the blade, blinding the girl for a moment, but her hand still held it steadily.

It's not because of you that I'm doing this. In fact, you're the only person that I trust, completely and without question. That's why you hold this in your hands. That's why I'm entrusting this to you, and no one else. The reason of this is something I cannot say; it's a secret that no one should know. Not even you.

The girl slowly brought the blade to her wrist, to a place just above a ragged, rough scar that stretched across her arm.

I'll say this, though. I'm doing this for you, for the safety of all of you. All I'm asking is for you to lead the rest, to keep them safe. You're the leader now.

Not for a moment did her hand falter. The trick was to be calm, to empty all thoughts from her head, to just concentrate on the blade. The thin, narrow, penknife-looking-thing of a blade.

I'm trusting you to not panic, to not go around blaming yourself or anyone else. I'm trusting you to comfort my mom, as she would definitely need comforting. I'm trusting you to do the right thing, both for yourself and the others.

The blade was a dazzling pattern of moonlight, the brightest thing she had ever seen. It was a beautiful thing.

What else can I say? About all the wonderful things that we have done together? About all of the great times I have had with you? Yes, my times with you has been the best in my life. You are my life. What else can I say?

The girl pressed the knife into her arm. Deep. Deeper. Blood flowed out from the wound like a river, yet she did not quaver. Her mind was calm, her vision sharp, and her hand determined.

So, sorry. Sorry for everything I had put you through. Sorry for doing this. But alas, I have no choice. Sorry.

Finally, she collapsed against the wall, her eyes closed, giving herself in to the darkness. Red stained the carpet, her clothing, her arm.

Goodbye. I love you, forever and always. You have been always so good to me, goodness I do not deserve, but I love you always. I love you.

Moonlight flooded the room, bathing the walls with its soft glow. It shone upon a piece of paper on the desk, folded neatly in half with a brown feather resting on top. It shone upon a girl, limp against the wall, looking so peaceful, as if she were sleeping. Despite everything that has happened in this room, the moon still shone.

From, Max.

Sorry for any OOCness.

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