Another scream in the middle of the night…More bad memories relived.
" Max! Max!" A worried voice cried, it seemed so far away from my world of pain…"WAKE UP!" someone pinched my shoulder.
I was being dragged from my dreams, the screams of torture in my head was subsiding.
"Ow! What the?" I yelled, aware of the sharp pain in my arm. I bolted upright in my bed, drenched in sweat. Gross.
" Sorry Max, you were screaming and wouldn't wake up, so we pinched you." Angels worried eyes stared at me.
" Oh, thank you guys." the whole flock was piled into my bedroom, I was unsure what to say.
"Whatever Max, your head is spackered." yawned Iggy. (A/N spackered is a word we use meaning messed up. Not sure if everyone would know :p)
" Right, I think Max is okay now. All of you back to sleep." Fang ordered, my savoir.
They all padded sleepily out of my slightly - untidy bedroom and down the hall to their all rooms, all except Fang.
" What's up with you Max? I'm getting worried." Wow, that must have been one of the longest sentences I had heard Fang say.
Wait, did I hear him say he was worried? His never talked about his feelings, ever. Even so, I had to be truthful, couldn't hide behind my façade of sunshine and flowers forever.
" I-I don't know. I really d-don't know." I hated how weak I was sounding, especially in front of Fang.
He did not reply, instead he sat onto my bed beside he and pulled me into an embrace. I sat there and sobbed into his shoulder until it was drenched in tears. I had these dreams, they had started a week ago, and they kept getting worse. For once in my life I was utterly terrified.
"Sshh, it's okay, I won't let anything happen to you." he just sat there, stroking my hair, comforting me.
I don't know how long we sat there, but it was at least 20 minuets. In the end I must've fallen asleep again. I felt myself tumble back into the darkness of my deepest nightmares, spiralling deeper and deeper. In my dream I woke up back in the school, locked in tinier dog crates than the last time we had been captured. The flock's crates were stacked next to mine and the walls seemed to pulsate a blood red colour. One by one, the flock were ripped out of their cages and shoved into a lab next door. The slit of a door leading into the lab was sealed by a plank of wood with a fibreglass The whir of saws and other various machines would start up, then came the blood-curdling screams. About a minuet later the fibreglass window would be splattered with bright red blood, then the next would be called in.
Each dream a different flock member would be called in. One of the most painful dreams was watching Fang walk into that torture-room-of-hell (like the name?) knowing he would never come out.
Tonight it was my turn. I walked into the lab, defeated, there was no point in fighting. I laid down on the stained wooden table and closed my eyes. The whir of machines started.
~Goodbye Max.~ Wait, voice?
A searing, unbearable pain and started to fade. But this time I did not wake up.