How long have I been up? Thirty-Six hours thus far and not stopping, great. Ever since. . . Ever since the funeral I can't stand to be. . . Anywhere, really. I can't believe it's already been three months since Chloe. . . and Nathan. . . Dammit, thinking about it still makes me want to just, fix it. Just go back and try to fix it! But I know I can't. . . Chloe wouldn't want me to. . . but. . . Whatever, I should focus on the class.
Photography, still makes me think of that sick bastard Jefferson. . . The new teacher is nice, she doesn't have the reputation Jefferson did but she knows her stuff and manages to keep us all interested, for the most part. My mind never stops wandering back, but that isn't her fault, it's mine. All the others, they stay focused most of the time and we all work well together when we have to, but I think we all still feel Jefferson's presence. It will always be that way, I think. No matter who teaches here.
"Max, are you okay?" Someone asked to my right.
It was Kate. . . Jesus, she looks so happy now, I have a hard time forgetting what I saw happen to her. . . On that roof. . .
"Y-Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks Kate." I said. She nodded and smiled but kept looking at me.
I can see it, she knows I'm not okay. Not that it's hard to tell, I mean I can be read like a book sometimes, but. . . Dammit, I can't sit here anymore. Time to raise your hand Max.
"Yes, Max? Do you have a question?"
"Um, I'm not feeling very well. Could I be excused?" I asked. She frowned and looked a little worried, I had never asked to leave early before.
"Sure, Max. Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I think I'll be fine." I gathered my stuff and waved bye to Kate before I went out into the hall, heading towards the bathroom.
Dammit, Max. . . You need to stop, really. . . It's been three months. . . You should be. . . Oh who am I kidding, I'm not over this. How could I be?! I lost Chloe! I sat and listened to her get shot and I didn't do anything! Fuck! I need to wash my face. There it is. . . The place where Chloe. . . I can't think about it. . . I just need to wash my face and then I'm going to go back to my dorm. . . Dammit, I don't think I can do this. . . There's where she was laying, when. . . Fuck! Max just wash your face and get out of here! Stop thinking about Chloe's lifeless face, her last words, the gunshot, th-the blood, and. . . Shit. . .
Alright, I need to get out of here. I've spent too much time in here already and I need to go back to my dorm. I can't believe I've been in here for seven minutes. . . Okay, turn the knob for some cold water, and now I will splash you on my face and return to the Max Cave. . . Jeez, I look like . . . What the-
I turned around.
No. . . No, it can't be. . . Y-You're not real. . . At the diner, before when I passed out. . . Before t-the storm. . . You aren't real!
"Hello Max," the other Max said. "It's been far too long."