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I cupped my hand to my mouth and ran to the bathroom. Fang wasn't there. He wasn't real. He...disappeared But I couldn't keep myself from replaying that scene in my head.
There he sat in the wooden chair, sipping from a coffee cup. But he looked so...real. I wanted to run to him, to feel like Max again. Because he was a part of me. But he was just a figment of my imagination. And that's why I screamed.
I glared at the glinting mirror in front of me. Lifting my hand from the bathroom mantle below, I wiped the sweat trickling down from my forehead with my trembling fingers. The fact that I haven't seen him in over 6 years scared me the most.
"Maxie!" My heart pounded through my chest. Hearing his deep voice, I ran to the corner of the bathroom and sunk low onto the tile floors. I clamped my hands over my ears, ignoring his melodic cries of his voice. Burying my face into my raggedy jeans, I cried silently into the fabric.
"You're not real! You're not!" My voice was loud and shaky, my lungs aching from the high-pitched yells. His obsidian eyes flashed through my brain, drizzled with specks of golden dust. The familiarity of it all made me lose my mind.
"Maxie! Come on!" His voice was glitchy sounding, his figure fading in the midst of the bathroom. Tears streamed down his face and his hands elongated, reaching for my palms. The lights of the bathroom flickered violently, making me shudder.
"Max! Listen!" The bathroom quaked furiously, spilling various bottles of shampoo across there furbished carpets. Unknown liquids poured from the cabinet, mixing with the contents already strewn on the floor.
And then he was gone.
The cabinets and bathroom neatly packed, not a single item out of place. My eyes widened as I rushed to the kitchen surface. The chairs were all pushed in, no coffee cups across the table.
"What the hell?" And Fang was nowhere in sight.
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The bell rang through my ears. All that was left of this morning was a colossal migraine. I still couldn't tell if it was all a dream or...reality. Feeling a sudden force against my back, I warped back to reality, inhaling the sickly smell of the school floors.
"Haha. Good one, Dyl." I scowled, biting my lips to keep from shouting at the two boys.
"Thanks, Sam." I felt a sudden bile rise in my throat from the abrasive shove of the two nimrods. You see, Dylan Batchelder and Sam Smith were the most popular guys in the school. Girls always fawned over Dylan's muscle size, I scoffed. He flicked his crystal-like eyes to mine, plastering a disgustingly pearly smile on his face.
"Whoops...Sorry, Ride." He said through noticeable chuckles, sauntering away with his other idiot friends. Wiping the grubble of the floor on my pants, I focused on getting to class. But for the 3rd time today, the bell had already reverberated through the halls.
I kicked a stray pencil on the floors around, tossing it between my two feet before sending the object against the far wall. It had always been this way. Since 2nd grade around when I met him.
I was a loner. No one befriended me, knowing it would be social suicide from there. I didn't own a Facebook, and you can probably guess why. Yep. Me, Maximum Ride, on the bottom space across the social hierarchy.
I tried counselors for my problems, but they all said the same thing. They told me they would stop the bullying. But a few weeks later, it began again. So, I gave up on speaking out my issues.
Not wanting to go to class, I roamed the halls silently, wandering around the waxed surfaces. The only people who really saw me were the janitors. But they just looked, glared, and began their jobs once more. I sighed. Always the same.
But once, I actually had a friend. Once. Krystal "Nudge" Robinson was the new student last year. She didn't know about the rules of the school. The "laws". One was never to talk to me. But she didn't know. So she came by my side at lunch and pulled out her turkey sandwich, unaware of the situation.
A day later she stopped talking to me.
I thought about her and my old friends constantly, remembering the couple days I knew what it was like to have friends. He was the longest. But he wasn't real.
A sudden touch of skin on my palm circled me back into reality. I swiftly turned around, expecting a prank...a gag. But instead I once again found him. With his hands in his pockets, casually leaning against a glass case in the midst of the empty lunchroom.
"That's it. I'm crazy." I pinched the bridge of my nose and glanced up, glaring at the dark figure in front of me. He switched his gaze to me and smiled widely, walking to the spot my feet were set on.
"Max! Maxie!" He lengthened his arms widely, and trapped me in a hug. The weird part was...I could feel him. A sudden feeling of anger boiled through me as I tried to squirm out of his hug.
"I-you...You! No!" I pulled away from him, backing away slowly. His face grew slightly saddened, placing his hand at the back of his neck.
"You're imaginary. You disappeared. You're...fake. They said so!" I shouted, ignoring the crowd gathering around me. People gazed at me like I was different, not sane. Which, at that moment, I wasn't.
"Listen! Listen to me, Max! They lied! I'm-I'm real! Why can't you trust me!" His obsidian black hair flopped over his eyes, thrashing his hands around agitatedly.
"Because you left! You left me! I had no one! You were a part of me! And you...left." I felt my face heat up, my vision growing blurry from the tears blocking my vision. His mouth hung open, eyes widened.
"Max..." I couldn't take it anymore. I ran to the school doors, the laughter of kids flooding my hearing. Stumbling as I went, I focused my eyesight on the road ahead. Fang's shouts and the crowd's snickers mixed together, feeling my vision grow hazy. My chest pounded, my legs aching.
And then it all faded.