This story is set in nowhere in particular. Max cutting her wrist with a shell on the beach has not happened.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride! (Sadly.)
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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Fang, stomping across the lawn towards Max Ride.
Max didn't listen. She continued to saw at her wrist, severing tendons and flesh.
Blood poured out of her wrist. She thought it felt like her arm was on fire. But she didn't care. I need to get that microchip out, she thought fiercely. If I don't, I'll be putting my flock into even more danger.
Suddenly, a tender hand gripped her own bloody one. It gently pried the sharp rock she'd used to cut her wrist from her hand, and let it drop to the ground with a thud.
The voice of the person was much less gentle.
"What were you doing?" Fang yelled. "You could've died! Then what would we have done? You're so stupid sometimes! You're supposed to be the leader! Are you crazy?"
The words cut through Max sharper than any rock could've. It stung more than the burning in her arm.
"Maybe I am," she replied. Then, eyes watering, she ran through the back door and into the hallway. Blood stained the pale carpet as the ran into her room. She slammed the door shut with her good hand.
Collapsing onto her bed, Max allowed a few tears to escape her eyes.
The door opened. It was Fang. Stupid Fang.
He held bandages in his hand and wore an expressionless mask on his face. Fang ambled over to Max's bed and gently bandaged her wrist.
"Sorry," he said, before leaving the room.
Max stared at the bathroom mirror. A sad-looking girl stared back at her.
A knock on the door pulled her out of her trance. "Can I come in?" It was Fang. Stupid Fang.
"No."
The door opened and he strolled in anyway.
"I'm really sorry," he said, looking at her seriously.
"No, you're not," she stated nonchalantly. Max was suprised that she could sound so casual, because she was far from it inside.
"Max, please. Believe me." Wow. He said please - that was a first, Max thought sourly.
When she didn't answer, Fang said, "Max...I love you."
Max, you know you love him, the Voice suddenly said. His voice was urgent.
No, she thought defiantly. You heard what he said before. He doesn't love me. And I don't love him.
Somewhere inside her, Max knew that was wrong.
"I love you," he said again, half-smiling. Max's heart almost melted.
Almost.
She didn't reply. How could he say he loves me, when he'd practically said the opposite before?
Max, you know he only said that because he was worried about you.
She didn't reply. Fang's words had really hurt her. I don't love you, she thought, hoping that it might actually be true. I don't love you, I don't love you.
The chant continued inside Max's head. I don't love you, I don't love you... "I DON'T LOVE YOU!" she screamed hysterically.
Fang froze. "No?"
The chant was still reacing through her head. "I don't love you." The words sounded wrong together, but Max decided that it was impossible to change the past.
"I... I don't love you either," Fang said blankly. He turned around and left the room.
Max stared after him, horrified. "What have I done?" she whispered.
The glass shower door shattered. Glass shards littered the floor, along with droplets of blood.
Max was almost surprised to find that it was actually her who had punched it.
She hopped into the shower and turned it on, hoping to feel relaxed afterwards, like she usually did. Freezing cold water greeted her.
It didn't bother her that glass fragments dug into her feet.
She didn't care about the blood seeping from her body.
It didn't matter. Nothing did.
She washed the glass away.
She washed the blood away.
She couldn't wash the pain away.
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