Rewritten. Takes place after Nevermore
Sometimes your family forgets about you. Not actually forgets, but, like, forgets that you are there. I had been in the shadow of the great Maximum Ride my entire life. From the moment I was born, I was placed at her side. I was told to do what Max said and not to argue. That is how it had always been, and how it always will be.
The Flock and I had found an abandon house to call our own. It was nestled into a hill, not to far from civilization. Or what was left of civilization. You see, not all of the human's were whipped out. Most of Asia was underwater. Europe had suffered greatly, as well as Africa. The America's, had taken the greatest of all the impacts. Most of the land was torn apart by earthquakes.
The house was nice. It was owned, from what we can tell, was an older couple. It was a little dated, wall paper covering most of the house. On the plus side it was a 5 bedroom with guest house. Max had quickly staked her claim in the master bedroom, leaving Angel and Nudge to room together, Gazzy and Iggy, and then Dylan and I had our own rooms. Ella had almost stayed in the house with us. When it was noticed the Dylan and I would be sharing a room, she decided that staying with Dr. Martinez in the guest house would be the best decision.
Life was good. Or at least that is what the Flock thought I was thinking. I was dead on the inside. I don't remember the last time that I had slept through the night. To have not be waken in the wee hours of the morning in a cold sweat. It was always the same nightmare. It was replaying in my head a hundred times. Maya dying in my arms. But it wasn't Maya. It was Max. It would be in the same way that Maya died, but it was Max. It was always Max.
The dreams started about a month after we moved into the house. It was horrible. I woke up screaming. Given, I had never in my entire life woken up screaming. Tears streaked down my cheeks. Max had run into my room, her tank top had rode up on her stomach in her sleep, her already untamed hair was in knots. She took one look at me, then sat down on my bed pulling me into her arms. I never let out a crying noise, but tears ran down my cheeks as I held onto her for dear life.
When we woke that morning, neither one of us said a word. She kissed my cheek, nodded and left my room. Even though I had the same nightmare every night since, Max never woke up to the sound of me crying again.
No, like it has always been. I, the stoic and emotionless Fang, suffered in silence. the death of Maya and others weighing heavy on my heart, and on the scars on my wrist.
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