A/N: A oneshot, which may or may not continue into something full length... title and story inspired by the Kokia song by the same name. Hope you enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: The Maximum Ride series, characters, and settings are property of James Patterson and any associated publishers, co-authors, companies, ect. I own nothing. However, any original ideas, characters, ect. that may appear belong to me, so please do not copy/re-use without my prior permission. I also do not own the Kokia song that inspired this and which may be referenced on occasion.
Thank you - hope you enjoy~
A broken pocket watch.
She saw all the tiny pieces, scattered across the marbled tile.
"Max, I was only trying to fix it."
"Ari, that was mom's - it didn't need to be fixed!"
"But the hands weren't moving."
Max curled her hand into a small, childish fist, striking it across the boy's cheek.
"That was all we had left of her - all that was left - and look what you've done!"
He looked to her trembling hands.
Her face.
The one he always looked to.
Livid with tears.
"I hate you!"
The door slammed closed, shutting away the sunlight.
The small child fell to his knees.
Alone.
Crying.
His young mind couldn't fathom how much time had passed since that day.
He only knew the white, gloved hand pressed over his eyes.
All the needles and wires curled around his limbs.
Why was there so much pain there?
Then, his father's voice, soft, low - a warm, comforting breeze in a black summer night.
"It's okay. You don't need to dream anymore."
