Max huffed, as she finished the scribblings in her diary. Life was pretty normal, ever since, since.. the picture took her back to Chloes first death. In which she sat there and endured.
It was to save the town, Chloe understands, right? She told me to do it afterall.
Max couldnt stop thinking, mostly of Chloe, or her dream of photography, or even what she would do now. She pushed her chair from her desk. "I misewell get ready for another day of college." She closed her diary and opened her photo-journal now. So glad I got this back from the timeline Jefferson burned it, that son of a-
Max shook her head, blinking calmly. Theres nothing to worry about.. Jefferson is in prison.. So is Nathan..
Bzzzz Bzzz
Max scrambled over shocked, before realizing it was her phone, the one in her pocket. Chloe would've thought that waa hilarious. Me being scared to death over my phone vibrating. She then chuckled, picking up the call. "Hey Kate."
"Hi, uh Max, sorry its so early and all, I know you're chilling with David and Joyce right now, but something weird happened over here."
"Really? No, not sarcasm, Kate, I believe you. Ill believe anything. Be there shortly."
Max quickly dressed and hopped down the stairs. "Morning Joyce, David." Max said, Joyce turned to Max.
"I am so sorry we ask you to stay here so much, it just gets so lonely here without our Chloe."
Max let out a sad sigh, "I know. I miss her so much. But dont apologize, I enjoy spending time here."
Joyce turned to David, who had his face buried in a newspaper. He looked up for a moment and Max could see he was on the edge of tears. Joyce went over to comfort him. "Have a good day!" Joyce forced out to sound happy, as possible.
Anytime Max thought of Chloe she felt as if she would throw up. Max missed hearing Chloe, seeing her, and even smelling her. She hopped into her car and began down the road, not before long the radio started busting, the soft melody of Maxs music replaced by a harsh static. "Freaking junk!" She slammed her fist to the radio, to which it clunked out and started saying weird things.
"Max?! Chloe?!
Why look, an otter in my water.
Ready for the mosh pit, shaka brah.
No mosh pit for you shaka brah.
No Max, youre the only one who can."
The memories flooded her mind over and over again. Max screeched the brakes, but her car swivled into a ditch. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Rachel was my angel. Her and I were going to run away together."
Max hit the machine again, more harsh this time. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UPP!" Max yelled, her mind swirling, whirling, twirling into a black void.