Usually I ignore the stabbing pain in my heart or the burning sensation of tears forming behind my eyes but now, since Fang left, I don't think I would really care anymore. So guess what readers, I let the tears and pain run.
I curled in a ball limp on my bed praying that one of the flock doesn't open the door and find me like this. I already knew I looked like a train wreck, and let me tell you, being heart broken isn't fun.
All I really did since Fang left was stay in my room and feel hopeless, each and every time all I could do was cry. And if you know me you'd already understand that I hate crying, it makes me feel weak and off course, helpless.
I lifted my head and looked around the familiar walls of my room. Should I move the flock out of here, does it hold to many hurtful memories? I shook the thought out of my head. They actually like it here, guess I can't stop them from wanting a home.
Why do I feel like a stranger now? I stopped the thought as soon as it appeared. Don't think about the things will pull you down, Max, stay strong the kids are counting on you.
That's it Maximum, always think things through, stay tough remember the flock needs you.
'Whah-I thought wildly and then,'Oh voice its only you, s'sup.'
'You need all your strength now, remember you now have Dylan to count on. You're not alone.' said the voice.
Now that really stung. Bad.' Shut the hell up! Never will I count on him you jerk! Mind your own business!' Now I was really pissed. And then the voice went silent.
I prepared to stand and by the time I got to my feet I felt the room spin. What the hell? I felt the shift in weight and ready myself to catch the fall. And off course since this is heart broken me we were talking about, I fell.
Embarrassing to myself I know. I hit the ground with a loud THUMP and the talking and movement I heard the clatters of movement stop in the kitchen..
'Max, are you alright?" called Iggy.
Crap. No to start the action...