Tragedy -- Chapter 2
Max's POV
Okay. Imagine your best friend in the world. Without this person, you can't think or function properly. Now, imagine that they just went blind. Think about how helpless they must feel. Imagine that he or she has retreated into themselves. Think about how much you want to help them, yet you know that there is nothing you can do but leave them with their thoughts. THIS is what I'm going through, right now. My best friend in the entire world, who was like my right wing, just went blind.
All
I could do was stare at Fang. Nudge and Angel were crying, and Gazzy
looked on the verge of tears. Iggy had one hand on Fang's
shoulder.
"Fang..." I whispered, shaking my head as I
tried to fight my own tears. I just couldn't imagine what he mush be
going through or thinking. And, with Fang being Fang, it wasn't like
he was going to tell anyone.
For the rest of the day, Fang just sat there, his head either in his hands or trying to look down into his lap. I tried to talk to him a couple of times, but all he did was shake his head. At dinner, it was, well... uncomfterable to say the least. No one said much of anything, and even Nudge was silent. I looked at Fang and couldn't help thinking he looked like, like, like and new born puppy, who'd been thrown out onto the streets. Scared, helpless, and even, unloved.
Fang's POV
It was after dinner. I hadn't said a word for the rest of the day, okay, take into account I'm not that talkative, unlike Nudge. But, still. And now, I could feel Max starring at me every five minutes. it was driving me crazy. I wanted everyone but Max to go, leaving us together. I wanted to crawl up next to her and cry my eyes out. I wanted everything to just go back to normal. I mean, now Iggy and I had something in common, but, come on. He has over developed hearing and touch... and all the rest of that. All I could do was fade into shadows. Which, I had been doing pretty much all day. Why can't out lives ever just be easy? I just want to go crawl under a rock and live there for the rest of my suckish life.
Iggy's POV
I was on
watch, and I had offered to do it for as long at I could tonight. I
could tell Max just needed this day to end, and, well, Fang couldn't
watch, or in my case, listen-highly-developedly, anyways. I was so
bored, and it was like midnight, as far as I could tell. Suddenly, I
heard something moving over by where Fang was 'sleeping'. "Yo,
Fang. Over here."
"Thanks." he said under his
breath.
"Couldn't sleep, 'eh?"
"Nope. To much
drama for one day."
"Yeah, I know what that's like."
I hopped this would make his feel a little better. "Don't worry.
You'll get used to it... eventually."
"Gee, thanks, Ig."
Sarcasm? Well, two could play at that game. Too bad I wasn't going
to.
"I was just trying to help."
"Yeah, well,
nothing could help at this point. I mean, I went freaking
BLIND today!" Fang was practically yelling at the end. I heard
Max move and face us. I listened, her breathing had gotten faster.
She was awake, and was listening to out conversation. Should I tell
Fang? Hmmmm... No, let's just see where this goes.
"Here's a
tip. When you're walking around, concentrate on one of the Flock's
footsteps. It will help you know where we're all going."
"Yeah,
well that's just fine for walking. But what about flying?" He
seemed to of calmed down now.
"Don't be afraid to ask what
direction we're going every once in a while. Nobody will think any
less of you. I'm sure Max wouldn't."
I smiled to myself. I
had made both Max and Fang's breath freeze in their chests. I
hesitated...
"Fang? Is there anything going on between you
and Max?"
