Heya peeps. This is Rebecca here to tell you that I don't own Max Ride *sobs quietly*. This is my second fan-fic so don't go easy on me! I take cruelty well! *hides ax behind back and smiles*

"Fang!" I screamed, my voice now only a horse whisper.

He turned to face me. His face was now covering in the crimson colored blood we'd tried to forget for so long. His hair, once soft and a beautiful black, had now been turned into a mess of mud and grit.

He smiled sadly at me. Almost knowingly, in fact, like he knew this was the end for him.

"I love you."

I woke up panting heavily, a thick sheet of sweat covering my forehead. I hadn't had that dream in over eight years! Why was it coming back.

Thump...Thump

The sound of Iggy hurrying down the hall came as no surprise to me. For years he would wake up to the sound of my sobs and come running in, his arms wide open to hold me and soothe my breaking heart.

"Iggy, it's OK. Just a random dream about running on a track that never ended. Go back to bed," I called through my door.

Iggy had just arrived, his hand nestled safely on the doorknob, ready to yank it open at the drop of a pin. Apparently you didn't get any privacy if you went into strong thoughts of depression.

After a few moments of silent debating, Iggy stalked back off to bed. He knew that I would accept the sappy hugs if the moment truly called for it.

Sighing loudly, I hauled myself up from my warm bed. 5:00 a.m. Well, it wasn't that bad. I'd had better days, but now I knew the stupid truth.

Life isn't always fair.

Ignoring all other thoughts of sadness and grief, I shuffled over to the bathroom (my room had one inside it; I didn't like sharing with two teenage girls) and turned on the shower.

Gently slipping from my pajamas (a cami and some boy-shorts) I turned and viewed my naked body in the full mirror attached to the back of the door.

I'd grown my hair out, so now it came down to my belly-button. I needed to get it cut though. Long hair sucked.

As I'd grown older, I'd lost some of my lankiness. Now I had curves (as Nudge put it). All that meant for me was baggier shirts and longer pants.

Big whoop.

A steady roll of steam was now fogging my view of myself. Groaning softly, I turned around and jumped into the stall, yipping softly at the sudden hotness of the water.

Extending my wings, I slowly went to the far corner of the tub and rested my head against the cool tile.

Today was October 14th, a day that I had been dreading for a long time.

Happy Birthday Fang…I love you too.