The Long Way Home

deludedfreak

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Maximum Ride, or any of the characters mentioned in this chapter.

AN: This is my first MR fic, and my first chapter fic on this site. Ever. So... I'm still getting used to things, and it would be AWESOME if you just bear with me on this. I'll be putting my Author notes at the end of the chapter, but this one was just here for safety. And the title might be replaced. Not that you care.

It's always funny how you never realize things until it's too late. Like so many instances in my own life. Including a day ago, when I left behind everything I'd ever known- forever.

I always take off without looking back. That was the one thing I knew, to just leave the past behind and forget. But how can I forget the last fourteen years? It's not like my memory can be erased willy-nilly. I'm not that flimsy. Or so I like to think.

It's so weird how I hardly feel sad at all. I'm not crying, like I thought I would, and I don't feel as if my world is ending. I'm just sitting here, at this bus stop, writing a freaking letter to myself that I'll probably just throw away when I'm done. My wings hurt from having flown so far. I'm all the way on the other side of the continent, without the help of my turbo-flying. Why the hell I didn't use that, I don't know. Maybe instead of feeling sad, my mind is making irrational and stupid decisions. Like flying for twenty-four hours, straight. Yeah, that could be it.

My pen is running out of ink, see? But I don't want to stop writing, because I don't want to let go. It's too late now, to turn back and get the flock. I wish. I wish we could sleep in a subway tunnel again, stacking our fists before falling asleep, and fight those goddamned Erasers one more time- Hell, I'd kill to see even Ari right now. Of course, I'd be killing him, but that's beside the point.

My body is aching all over and I really need some sleep. Really badly. Everything feels all tingly, like I've just come out the isolation tank. I wonder if I'm ever going back there. I hope not.

I need to wake up.

And I need another pen. This one isn't cooperating.

There. This one works. Good thing I grabbed a whole bunch. So I'm just about to head over to Ella's to see if she'll let me stay for a little while. But only a little. I'm hoping to start school again, lead a normal life, just like I've always wanted to. I think I might give up flying, too. It'll just get in the way. And I'm never going to see any of the flock ever again. I'm promising myself that right now. It'd be too painful, and like flying, it'd just get in the way.

I know you'll never see this, guys, but I wish you could. I'm sorry for anything I've ever done that you hated, I'm sorry that we've lived this life. But, if there was one good thing that came out of this, it was that we got to know each other. Despite everything, I do believe we were destined to meet. Who knows. Maybe we'll see each other in another lifetime. Until then, I'll never forget.

I walked for a little while, my pockets stuffed with pens and a backpack slung over my shoulder. My eyelids were heavy, and I had difficulty keeping them open. Finally I entered the neighborhood, and going down one of the many streets, I stopped before a familiar house. Stopping at the door, my hand paused as it was about to knock. I smiled slowly, and rang the doorbell. My new life was just beginning.

AN: So... How was it? Good, bad? Tell me in your review. The next chapter should be up soon, I've got it typed up and everything- just need to adjust a few things.

I only have a faint idea where this story is going to go, so some parts may seem a bit trippy every now and then. But, like I said before, bear with me. PLEASE.