It seemed like it had been forever since I had last seen Arcadia Bay. After the ordeal, both mom and dad agreed that me staying in Oregon was not the best for me and I found myself on the road back to Seattle.
I'm just glad that Chloe is the one that's taking me.
Even as I'm writing this, I wonder about the choice that I made on that day. The one that nobody would even be able to know or understand about.
But Chloe, Chloe is more important. And I was sick and tired of watching her die. Chloe is my best friend, she's my life. But I can't help and think about all the people left in Arcadia Bay, the ones who would never see tomorrow because of what I chose.
Warren, Kate, Nathan, Frank, Joyce, hell she even called David her step-father, there were so many people who deserved to live in Arcadia Bay. It's such a shame that David died not knowing that his step-daughter truly respected him after all their fighting.
If I had gone back and just allowed Nathan to shoot Chloe in that bathroom... no... I can't even think of it now. I just wish that I didn't have to trade everyone else, for the one person I've fought for this entire time.
It just isn't fair. Life is... really fucked up sometimes.
But seeing her face after the nightmare that I've been through that week. It's the best prize that I could of won, no "Everyday Hero" contest or trip to San Francisco could ever top being with my best friend.
I just wonder if she could ever forgive me though for technically being responsible for all those deaths.
"Max, the storm caused this, not you. Nobody knows why you got your time-travel powers. I don't know. But you need to know that I'm here for you."
She would always say something like that with a serious face that made me want to believe her so bad.
And I want to believe her.
I want to.
It took almost a day of driving, with a few breaks here and there, to finally reach Seattle. Chloe, she was dead tired after the long 6 hour drive. And me, I just wanted to sleep for a bit.
I hardly had time to say hello to my parents, they looked just as tired as I was. Who knew that spending 8 hours up straight wondering if your daughter is alive after hearing of a major storm hitting the small town she was in, could cause a parent to worry so much?
My mom, she was surprised to see Chloe with me, and when I told her that Joyce and David, that they didn't make it, and that it took all of our energy just to make it out alive. I could only see the sorrow on their faces.
Mom, she took is the worse. She was friends with Joyce ever since me and Chloe were friends. They probably got into as much trouble back in their day as me and Chloe, only missing a few major details. She just sat there at the kitchen table staring at her cup of coffee with the paper next to her. While she was relieved to see me and Chloe safe and sound, there was still the hint of death that lingered in the air.
Dad, he just stood there in disbelief, before asking us to sit down and enjoy some tea. He was never a man of many emotions besides pride, he probably didn't want to show his shock. He cried a little when William, when he died. (Remember to add that to the list of things I'm responsible for)
Heh. It so strange that I'm even writing this with a cup of tea next to me like nothing had happened.
"Max, it did, it's all hella real. But no worries, Vanessa and Ryan are totally going to let us crash here until we figure something out."
Yeah, Chloe. I just... I just want this all to be over soon.
But another question crossed my mind, should I tell my parents the truth about the storm?