Hello! This is my first fanfiction story, and I'm really sorry if it's terrible but I hope you guys like it :)

I dont own Maximum Ride.

There are memories that stick with us forever, that you can't get rid of, even if you want too. It just comes flooding into your mind every time you close your eyes, or words and phrases that resurface those moments. When my sister Maya died, I changed and so did everyone around me. The sound of the hospital beds rolling across the smooth ground, the beeper of her heart monitor going off every second and the sound of Maya's laboured breathing echoing through my mind. I solemnly stick the cigarette in my mouth, but my left hand hovers with the lighter. You might think I wouldn't smoke after my sister dying of cancer and I don't.

"It's a metaphor, see: you put the killing thing right between your teeth but you don't give it the power to do it's killing."

You probably heard this quote from the Fault in Our Stars by John Green, and I just wanted to say it's what I follow. Always have and always will..

Back to reality, I notice the busy streets of Manhattan; the honking horns, car slamming, chattering on phones, walking of the dogs and the closing of doors from buildings around me. The park bench feels cool on my partially bare legs so I cross them to keep a bit warmer.

"Aren't you a bit young to smoke?"

Glancing up I see a tall (6'0' approx.), fairly cute looking guy around 16 giving me a questioning look. His black shaggy hair falls in his face, making it harder to see his mysterious eyes.

"Firstly, the last time I checked you weren't my dad. Secondly, I'm not actually smoking, do you see any smoke coming out of my mouth?"

I was expecting him to just nod and walk off but instead he smirks at me, which earns him a death glare.

"Some people can actually make the smoke go out of their nose instead of their mouth, if you didn't know," he counters back.

As I was about to finish off the conversation with some words I wouldn't like to repeat, he sticks out his hand and says "The name's Nick,"

I lean back into the bench, putting the lighter in my jean pocket before shaking his hand.

"Max," I reply quietly.

"Well," Nick rolls up his black leather jacket to reveal a black looking watch before continuing, "It's nice meeting another human who's as witty, sarcastic and as hot as me, but I gotta go." he gives me a wink before walking back in the direction he came, chuckling to himself.

I smirk back at him, but realizes he can't see me. Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I stand up and start my journey home.

As you walk into our house, the first thing you see is the living room on the left hand side (where Maya always used to be watching Doctor Who, playing Skyrim or reading). There's two black leather couches in an "L" shape facing the flat screen T.V, with game controllers scattered around. The room on the right of front hall is the kitchen (Maya loved cooking while I hated it..) with things Max could possibly break.

When I open the door, no one comes to greet me, not even my parents. Taking off my autographed blue converse (signed by the members of Imagine Dragons themselves), I head straight down the small hallway that has everyone's rooms and the bathroom breaking off of it. The smoky grey walls and the black vine drawings in my chamber brings out the electric blue on the bedspread. I walk over to the dark oak bedside table leaned up against the back wall and pull out a silver chained necklace with a "M" on it. I close my eyes and my palm, feeling the coldness of the metal suddenly warming up. Just holding Maya's necklace gives me the strength to let it all out..

Sometimes I can pull off the "I don't give a shit vibe" but when I'm alone in my room I feel vulnerable, tired, and sick (more than I'd like to admit..).

Hello, hello, anybody out there? 'cause I don't hear a sound..

Alone, alone, I don't really know where the world is, but I miss it now..

Opening my eyes, I take some breathers. In and out.. in and out.. "I will not cry, I will not cry" I repeat to myself over and over again. When she died, I suddenly hated feeling what I was becoming. I Maximum Ride, didn't want to be this way.

How was it? Should I continue with this story? Is there anything in the story that's bugging you? Please let me know by reviewing! (:

Thank you for even reading this story, it means alot.

Another thing is that the song ECHO by JASON WALKER is a big part in this story..

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