My version of the next Max book which I am not giving a name to yet. This is my first Fanfic I do not own Maximum Ride. Please review and tell me what you think. Also IDK if it will show up, but I wrote this in kind of odd writing, so if anyone can't read it please tell me and I'll change it.
Prologue
I was devastated. How could he do that? Still after almost four months I couldn't make myself be Max. Couldn't make myself suck it up and just keep going. I missed him soooo much. At first I wouldn't even eat. Iggy even tried spoon feeding me, but it didn't work. I cried all the time and I didn't try to hide it from the flock. After two weeks of that I told myself that enough was enough, and to suck it up and keep going. I started eating and leaving my room voluntarily again. I know what you're thinking, "Why didn't you just tell yourself the same thing about getting over Fang?" Well the truth was I had tried, and it hadn't worked. I only ate when I was with the flock, and I only cried when I was alone. But they knew that I still cried. They could hear me at night if they listened. And I knew that they listened. I was still so…. Un-Maxish though. I didn't yell at Iggy and Gazzy when they exploded something any more. They only blew up the house or set it on fire every week and a half now instead of everyday. I didn't tell Nudge that she was making my ears bleed by talking too much anymore. But that might have been because she didn't talk as much anymore. She still talked about three times as much as the rest of us, but that was only a little for her. And I didn't worry about if Angel was trying to take over the flock. I was pretty sure that she wasn't though, because it seamed like she had decided to attach herself to me. She fallowed me everywhere except to the bathroom and to bed. Sometimes she would even crawl into bed with me and try to get me to stop crying when I thought she was asleep. We weren't even really a flock anymore. We all mostly just stayed in our rooms trying to keep everyone else from seeing us crying. Jeb had come a few times and tried to "Help" but all he was doing was making things worse. He stopped coming after I told him that. Dylan had disappeared after his suicide attempt. I didn't really care where he went. I thought that Fang leaving was at least partially his fault. I was week and tired. All of us were, but I was the worst. Some days I would go to bed at about six o'clock and sleep till morning. The others would sit in the living room staring at a blank TV those nights, until Iggy told them to go to bed. Even flying tired me out to the point where I was in bed by eight o'clock. That was the state we were in that night when there was a knock at the door.