So, hi, this is These Scars Are Lasting. I just put that there to remind me what I'm writing, because I'm watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone…so…they're all so cute though, and I look at the Deathly Hallows and I'm like…
Sexy or Cute?
…Cute…
So, anyways, my plan is to do an update a day for each of my stories since it is summer break. One or two days out of the week I won't update at all. Probably Sundays and Wednesdays. I'm gonna hope this all works out, and it pretty much should. God, I love fanfiction.
Anyways, here's some information for you guys so you're not lost…I tend to forget no one but me has access to my thoughts…(ANGEL DOES;)
Ages:
Sam, J.J., Lissa, Tess, Dylan, Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy: 15
Ella: 14, she skipped a grade
Angel: 7
Maya: 17
Pairings:
Fax, Eggy, Nazzy, previous Sam/Max. But don't worry your head, they break up pretty fast.
And, now, without (hopefully) further talking, I shall present forward…the story.
Yes, you may all clap. Photos are encouraged. But not like in Abduction. That was creepy…to this day, I have a piece of tape over my webcam…ANYWAYS. STORY. RIGHT.
I wake up on the cold tile of my bathroom floor. This happens sometimes, when the food has left me in such a violent way, and I have nothing in my stomach. When I am empty and hollow, yet still…fat.
Fat, fat, fat. I am too fat. Fifteen years old and weighing in at a big, fat, ninety-five. People tell me I'm a bit too much on the skinny side. That I should eat more and most certainly weigh more. My doctors, father, sister, some of my friends. Ninety-five is apparently too little.
But it's not, it's too big. Much too big. If I could just get to ninety, keep it there, and lose my fat, Sam would be happy. I would be pretty and perfect enough for him, he'd love me then, instead of being shamed to be called my fat self's girlfriend.
"Max!" My father's voice ring's out from the repeated chanting of my size: Fat.
I hurry up, straighten my hair, a mess from being held back, and turn off the tub's water, my disguise for getting rid of the food. Most of the time, I can avoid meals. Breakfast is easy. Lunch, even better, it's at school, and no one really notices. Dinner is the hard part.
Today, a bright, sunny Saturday, I had no choice but to eat some lunch. I couldn't hold it in for more than an hour before it came up to this.
I take a deep breath, exhale, open the door, and exit. "Yeah, Dad?"
"Maya and I are going to go get some pizza for dinner. You want to come?"
"No, I'm fine. You guys have fun."
"Okay, is there anything specific you want on yours?"
"Anything's fine, really."
I can hear the garage door slam, and then the car back out of the driveway. I watch it go.
My older sister, Maya, she's always been the prettier one. She looks like a model, pure blonde hair, soft and flowing, cut in a pixie. She has a coke bottle for a body, which I might have, if I wasn't so fat.
If I wasn't, if I hadn't…
My mother and father are divorced. They decided it just wasn't working, what with my father, Jeb, having a job researching cancer, they just weren't 'working' anymore. Dad got custody of Maya and I, and my mom was left all alone. She had decided she wanted a fresh start.
I'm not angry at her. I can understand wanting a new start, as right now, I wish I had gotten a new one. I wouldn't eat so much as a kid, wouldn't be so…fat.
Dad still loves Mom, and they still talk. She has another daughter, Ella, I think her name is, but it was sort of a one-night stand thing. Maya hates her for all of that. I think it's fine. She's made mistakes, but she regrets them (but loves having Ella), and is still on friendly terms with Dad and I. Every summer, I got to her house in Arizona for a week. She and Dad are still divorced, so they don't see each other.
Maya is another story altogether. I was two when Mom left (she had Ella later that year), and Maya was three. She has never forgiven her for what she's done, and when she had Ella, Maya completely hated her. To this day, I don't think they've talked, although Mom tries to.
The phone rings, interrupting my thought process. I run down the steps into the kitchen, stumbling a little.
"Hello?"
"Is this Maximum? Ride? Maximum Ride?"
"Yeah, who is this?"
"I'm Officer Shellington. Lissa's dad?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. So, why are you calling?"
"Well…there's been…an accident. It involved a drunk truck driver and your father and sister." My breath hitches in my throat.
"Are they…are they alive?" I start chewing on my fingernails. Please, please, please.
"Your father was DOA, but your sister is in the hospital now."
God, no. Not now, not here. Please. Make this a dream.
"Lissa and I will come pick you up so you can see your sister." He hangs up, and I just stand there.
Dad, who went to go get pizza, dead. He's dead.
Dead, dead, dead, not coming back, dad is dead.
And then it sinks in. He's gone. And then the tears start.
They don't stop, either. And I'm not making them stop anytime soon.
He's gone. My dad's gone, my sister's almost gone, and she might not survive. Never coming back, I can't bring them back. My dad, who raised me after my mother left, my sister, who helped me with boys and so many other things…although getting Sam wasn't the best thing that happened.
I mean, I agree with him, I have as much fat as a McDonald's meal, but it doesn't mean he has to ridicule me and say it all the time.
I feel someone sit down next to me. "Max?" Lissa. "Hey, I know you're sad. And believe me, I am too, and it makes me sad to see you like this too. But your sister's in the hospital, and you gotta see her, whether you want to or not. You just have to, Max."
I just sit there, crying my eyes out. "C'mon, Max, I'll bet she wants to see you too," Lissa looks me in the eyes, her own pleading.
"Why would she want to see me? I'm so…ugly. And…fat." My voice catches on the last word.
"No, Max, you aren't. I know Sam makes you think you are, but you're not. You're beautiful in your own way, all on your own. And, truth is, the last thing you are is fat. Even if you were, Maya would still want to see you. I know your dad's not here anymore. I know you want him back. But you still have Maya, right? And I bet she could really use a visit from you now." Lissa gently tugs on my arm, and I allow her to support me as she walks me to her car.
"Are you here for Maya Ride?" The doctor, Brigid something or another, walks into the waiting room. Lissa's dad had to go back to his job, but Lissa stayed with me, even though she had plans. She sat there, in the waiting room, with me, this whole time, comforting me. My tears have mostly gone, but I am feeling a little dizzy, maybe because of my lack of food.
Oh, well, being fat isn't healthy.
I nod my head, and she gives me a sympathetic look.
Wait, what?
"I'm sorry…but your sister went into cardiac arrest during the surgery. We honestly tried to do all we could, but she just…" I don't hear any more of what she's saying.
Maya, Dad, dead.
For the second time that day, I burst into tears. Even more than before.
Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy. I'm dizzy from my lack of food, or much less anything in my body, dizzy from what happened, dizzy from crying so much.
God, Max, you're such a wimp, is all I think before I pass out.
Okay, so that might not have been my best, but what do you guys think? I think it needs a little work…but I'm gonna publish it anyway just to see.
Honestly, I think Lissa would have been nice, but a little flirty, if Max had known her, but…if you really want some 'I hate Lissa' thing…
I don't know.
Anyway, tell me what you think in a review!
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