This one's sad.
Angel: Why'd you write this one!
Me: I dunno, it's been bugging me for a while now…..I don't own Maximum Ride. Or Baa Baa Black Sheep.
Max cried, tears running down her face at an alarming rate. Angel was the only one who dared get close to her, and sat in her lap.
Not even Angel could make this better. No one could ever make this better. Max wasn't Maximum Ride anymore. I would've hurt less if they'd cut off her arms.
They'd taken away everything with 2 tools and a few minutes. The pain and loss stretched on.
Why? Though Max was happy it was her, and not sweet Angel, trooper Gazzy, chatterbox Nudge, gentle Iggy, or dark Fang, she wished she didn't take the blow.
If Max was raised in the average household, she'd know that the tune of one song with different words could describe this all.
Angel sniffled and got off Max's lap, Nudge stopped her tears with hands, and the boys laid down to get ready to sleep.
For the first time, Max prepared to sleep on her back, scabs and scars barely wincing at the pressure of the rock.
When Max thought everyone was asleep, she heard a small, sobbing voice.
Hey there, Bird-kid,
Have you any wings?
No sir, no sir, they were torn away.
One with a chainsaw one with axe,
Both fell to the ground with a big splat.
Hey there, Bird-kid,
Have you any wings?
No sir, no sir, they were torn away.
Yep, it was sad.
Angel: *sighs* Yeah…..
Me: Review?