I know this first chapter is short, I really just want to gauge your response to decide if I should continue or not. I haven't written in a long time and I'm really nervous but open to constructive criticism! Please read and review!

When you suffer a tremendous loss everything changes; the days drag and run together, empty, the sun doesn't shine quite as bright, the world doesn't spin quite the same. Now, when you suffer two tremendous losses in quick succession, that is when you get to the point I'm at.

Desolation. That's a pretty fancy word for a bird kid, I know, but recently it has been the only word I can find to describe just how I feel. 1. A state of complete emptiness or destruction. 2. Anguished misery or loneliness. "Anguished misery" and "complete emptiness" seemed to be battling inside of me, and a small part of myself simply wanted the emptiness to win so I wouldn't have to feel anything anymore. I know I should be looking for Ella and my mom, but I just cant bring myself to even leave my bed. Not only was Fang still gone, but now Angel was too. And she wasn't coming back. You'd think in this kind of situation someone might cry or something, I mean, that must be the normal response, but for some reason I couldn't even bring myself to do that. All I could do was lay in bed. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I couldn't even freaking cry. The incredible Maximum Ride, barely more than a husk of a person withering away in bed. It was almost hotel room door groaned as it inched open and Dylan cautiously poked his head inside.

"Max?" He asked timidly. I turned to look at him, giving a slight nod of acknowledgement."We need to talk."

My mind was suddenly racing; Was Angel okau? Had Fang came back? Did they know where Ella was? "About what?" I replied, trying to sound stepped forward, gently shutting the door, then proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed. Only then did I notice the laptop tucked under his left arm."Everyone's worried.""What else is new?" I retorted. We had everything in the world to be worried about."No, Max. Look." He opened up the laptop and sat it on the bed in front of me. Fangs blog sprung up and Dylan scrolled down to recent comments.

As I read I began to get angry, these were obviously not from just any anonymous commenter.

"Dear Fang, you need to go back to the Flock, they really need you."

"Max needs you right now, bad. Please go back to the flock."

"PLEASE HELP FANG. MAX IS IN TROUBLE."

Then the last one that really set me off the edge:
"Max isn't eating. She wont do anything. I don't know who she thinks this helps but I think you can help her. Please come back. If you don't, I'm scared she might die."

I reread that last line and my anger dissolved and then flared back up as incredible guilt. I glanced down at myself, I hadn't eaten in three days, and with a bird-kids metabolism it had already taken an enormous toll on my already slender body. I stared down at the pale skinned stretched over my hip-bones and felt hot tears welling in my eyes. I was scaring them. I was their leader and I was showing such incredible weakness that I was scaring them. Dylan broke my trail of thought. "Fang is coming." Excitement and fear boiled up inside me, quick as a flash. I would be with Fang, but how would he judge me? What if he and the others decided I wasn't fit to lead the Flock anymore? I had to be strong. I had to show him and the others I was not weak, that I could function. "Okay." I said in my steadiest voice, trying to sound like it didn't matter. I threw back the covers and headed for the bathroom. I needed to shower, I couldn't look like I'd been in bed for three days. I might even let Nudge do my hair. One thing was for certain though, when Fang got here it would appear as if absolutely nothing was wrong.

Sorry it's so short! I'm still trying to get a feel for writing again. If I continue the next chapter should be considerably longer. Please leave me suggestions! Thank you!