Fang's pov
A watched as her head hit the concrete. I had to stand there and watch. I thought she died.
Thank God she didn't.
But, the fate she's been cursed to isn't that much better, now she's back at the school.
The horrible place that might as well be hell.
We'd been chased by the erasers and the new inventions that were called Shadows, for the last couple of months before this fight. Shadows are worse than erasers, hidden in the shadows and deadly. Like hidden monsters, the creatures of your worst nightmares. And we were living in them.
Then they attacked us, grabbed Nudge, Gazzy, Iggy, and me before we could even fight back. But Max, she fought like she was fighting for all of our lives, which she could have. Until one of the shadows, appeared behind her and hit her over the head with a pipe. If she wouldn't have been screaming I would have thought she was dead.
But now, she could be. From head trauma or something, none of us know, we just hide and wait hoping she'll come back.
I'm starting to think she won't. Don't get me wrong, I'm hoping with all my being that she will. But, not far from my optimism is the dark shadow of doubt. The sadness, depression, death that dwells there is always close.
I think about her 24/7 and hope that she's ok. Not just for my feelings and safety, but for the flock's.
Please, I pray hoping there is a God, let her be ok, let her come back to us.
Max pov
I can't believe it's been a week. I guess in my mind it hasn't, I think I woke up yesterday in a luxurious hotel sweet, at least, that's what I thought at first. Today I got up, the pain in my head and the rest of my body, fading into the background enough that I could, and I looked out the windows. I tried to at least, but it's hard to see past bars.