Note: Zack is a ghost, shade, specter, spirit
whatever you wanna call him.
Max stared out the window. It was raining outside. Water
flowed down the glass like tears. A sob caught in her throat. The weather seemed
to match her mood: sad and bleak.
Zack watched Max silently his face
mirroring the emotion she felt. He whirled around as he saw Cindy enter the
apartment. Her arms were laden with grocery bags. She put them down on the table
as she saw and went over to her.
Max looked up as Cindy approached. Her face
was streaked with tears.
"He's dead Cindy. Zack's dead." She said softly her
voice thick with tears.
Zack felt the pain in his, no Max's heart as she said
those words and knew she was feeling the pain as well.
"I know boo," Cindy
said softly wrapping her arms around Max.
"He died so I could live," Max
sobbed into Cindy's shoulder.
Zack felt tears roll down his cheeks. Max
looked so sad. So defeated. So heartbroken that he wanted nothing more than to
hold her in his arms and tell her that he loved her.
"Max I love you." He
said sadly.
He saw her head jerk and her startled gaze swing across the room.
"Zack?" She asked.
"He's dead honey," Cindy's voice was soft.
"I could
have sworn I heard him!" Max protested.
"Max girl, you're in shock." Cindy
told her sensibly. "You need to get some rest."
"Yeah I guess you're right."
Max said getting up off the windowstill. "I'll go take a nap."
Zack followed
Max into the room. Closing the door she threw herself onto the bed and began to
cry heartbrokenly.
It hurt Zack so much not being able to do anything. It
hurt him that he couldn't comfort her and promise that everything would be all
right.
Max soon cried herself to sleep.
Zack reached out and gently
touched Max's cheek. His hand passed through her skin. Drawing his hand back
Zack stood next to her and watched her sleep.
The sleep Max slept was not a
peaceful one. She moaned and thrashed in the sheets. "Zack!" she cried. "Zack
don't go! Come back to me! Please! Please Zack come back to me!" She begged in
her sleep.
"Maxie I never left you. I'm right here I always will be." Zack
said softly. He felt so helpless. He hated feeling helpless.
Toward midnight
Max woke up. Her brown eyes held a glint that signaling that she was going to do
something no matter the consequences.
She got up and opened a cabinent next
to her bed.
Opening the cabinent she reached and took something out. She then
closed the cabinent. She was holding a bottle of Trytophane.
Realization of
what she was going to do hit Zack like a slap in the face. "Don't do it Max!" He
yelled. But his words weren't heard.
Unscrewing the lid Max tilted back her
head and gulped down all of the Trytophane pills in the bottle.
Taking
Trytophane when you weren't having a siezure wouldn't hurt you. But taking
Trytophane in the amount Max was would kill her.
The bottle fell out of
Max's limp hand and onto the ground with a dull thud. Max collapsed on the bed
her brown eyes growing dim and unfocused. As Zack stood by helpless she began to
die.
Max took one last breath then her eyes closed and she died.
Max
began to glow a dim silver.
Zack's eyes widened as her spirit
emerged.
"Zack!" She cried joyfully throwing herself into his arms.
"You
didn't have to do it Maxie," Zack said softly hugging her.
"Yes I did Zack.
I couldn't live without you." She replied.
Zack kissed her. They were
together finally.
