YAY! You guys are the best! So the moment you have all been waiting for, Max meets Fang for the first time! Yay! Thank you guys sooo much for all the reviews! How about get to 12 reviews and I will update again. Sorry I'm kinda holding it hostage... I just really love hearing from you guys. And it's good self control so I don't sit down and write the whole thing in one sitting then go insane and get really bad tendonitis again... seriously people, don't type for too long. Lol okay well lets get to the story. Don't forget to review!
-Faerie :D
p.s. this chapter is sorta depressing and it was inspired by songs by Koda. Look up (on soundcloud or youtube) The Last Stand and Glass Veil. They are SOOOOO pretty and really bittersweet songs. So yah. Go give Koda some love for his very beautiful music!
3 weeks is a long time to be teased. It's a long time to be alone to. Everyone who I thought was my friend left me. I guess I'm just too much of a freak for them. I traded in my designer jeans for my shredded ones and my stylish cardigans for my hoodies. I traded in my spot at the popular table for the nice corner by one of the back doors of the school. I felt like I had nothing.
So here I was, sitting on my bed, pocket knife in hand. I didn't want to open the scars on my leg. Those were for different pain. The pain of being different. This pain was loosing it all. I rolled up my sleeve. I thought of the look of disgust on Dylan's face. And the look of hatred on Ella's. But as soon as the cold metal blade touched my skin, I closed the blade and threw it to the far corner of my room. I hugged my knees to my chest, rolling down my sleeve.
I couldn't do it.
Instead, I lied on my stomach and rested my chin on my folded arms. I watched the tiny dust particles swirl and dance in the light streaming in through the round window.
"Max! Time to go!" I sighed and pulled on my shoes. I grabbed my bag and put up my hood. I stopped just at the top of the stairs. I glanced back to the dark shadowed corner of the sloped ceiling. I ran over and stuffed the knife in my pocket. I walked down stairs and followed my mom out the door. I smelled the faint scent of pancakes, wishing I had come down stairs for breakfast. I followed my mom and sister out the front door and out to the car.
"Shotgun!" Ella yelled, opening the passenger door. I made a finger gun and aimed it at her, making my mom give me a disapproving look. I smirked and climbed into the back seat. I leaned my head against the window, not really looking at anything. I mean, seriously. There wasn't much to see. When I actually get out to fly, that's when there is something to see. I guess that is a reason to stay alive. But then again, wings are the whole reason for all this mess.
TIME SKIPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Freak.
Bird Girl.
Mutant.
Psycho.
I have heard those before. But now apparently I'm the Emo chick to. I blasted my music and ignored it all. Only three more months till I can get the hell out of there and be homeschooled. I started down the stairs for the corner so I could eat my lunch in peace when I heard someone yell my name. Well, not my real name. I heard 'Hey freak!' shouted over the noise of the hall way. I ignored it again. Suddenly someone shoved me.
"Fly Bird Girl! Fly!" I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs. It was only a short flight with 5 steps but God did hit hurt. My ears started ringing with laughter. I just sighed and picked myself up. I turned to see Lissa, Bridget, Angel, Nudge and even Ella standing on the landing laughing their butts off. I could have shrugged off my hoodie, open my wings and grabbed them by their hair. But I didn't. I felt as though any bit of bravery and strength was gone. Despite the protests of my bruised knees, I walked down the hall, ignoring all the laughter and names.
I headed right out the door and past the foot ball field. I kept my eyes set on the trees. The little strip of woods that blocked the school from the view of the cemetary (my old school was by a cemetary and it was CREEPY!) The shadows from the tree fell over me as I approached the chain link fence. I got a good grip on the top of the fence and jammed the toe of my shoe into one of the metal loops. I swung up and hopped down on the other side. I walked past the thick, gnarled roots of the oak trees and sat down against my favorite.
I sat quietly. Letting my emotions fight each other to see who gets to be the strongest. Despite how calm and quiet it was out here, the birds chirping quietly and the wind rustling the golden branches. I could help but think how bad Ella would feel if I were dead. How the whole school would feel bad.
My knees and my hip were still throbbing. I bit back tears as I realized I hadn't even thought to write a simple note to say goodbye.
I guess I don't have to die yet. I need to fly first. But not in the day time. At night. Guess I'll just hang out here until later. I sat quietly until my phone started buzzing. I glanced at it and saw Angel's name on the display. I turned on the screen and scrolled through the photos of my falling down the stairs and even a video. I was so sick of this.
Fangs' POV
The blonde girl landed hard on her shoulder. The hall erupted with laughter. Before I could push through the crowd to help her up, she stood and started walking for the door. I caught a glimpse of her face. I knew that look. It was the look I always had before I tried. The look of exhaustion. With what? Life. As soon as the door closed behind her, I started after her. No way was I going to let her die.
I don't even know the girl.
But she has wings.
I can't be alone.
I followed her past the foot ball field and through the little field behind the school. I watched as she climbed over the fence. I waited until she was farther in the trees to follow her again. No I'm not stalking her. I'm saving her life.
I stood behind one of the tall oak trees and watched her sit. I knew what she was thinking about. About how guilty people would be after you were gone. How guilty they would be that they couldn't help you. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I sat down on the other side of the tree and pull out my phone.
Pictures.
Videos.
Comments.
Obviously the BirdGirl can't fly! Retarded bird! The kids that sent this can go to freaking hell. I heard a small cry. I brushed my black hair out of my eyes and looked over at the girl. She was holding a knife in one hand and blood was dripping from her arm. Staining the leaves crimson.
Max's POV
Well that kind of hurt a ton more than last time. I watched as the blood fell from the cuts. Suddenly the little part of my subconscious that was telling me to cut fell silent. I panicked at the sight of my blood. I yanked my sleeve over the cuts. Before I noticed what was happening, a boy in all black was sitting in front of me. He had a tight grip on my elbow and was pushing up my sleeve.
"Stop it," I tried to yank my arm away.
"No. Do you want to bleed to death?" The boy looked up at me through the long black fringe of bangs in front of his face. Holy shiz his eyes were so dark. He let go of my arm and started digging around in his bag. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a black jacket over a black hoodie. Hmm. Seems to like the color black. His ears were pierced and his skin was pale. The boy seemed familiar.
"Yo," the guy snapped his fingers infront of my face. "You okay?" He was cleaning my arm. I just barely nodded, still fascinated by the color of his eyes. They were a shade of brown so dark they were almost black. He moved his head slightly, his black hair falling again front of his face.
I must have lost a lot more blood than I thought.
"Why are you helping me?" He paused, then reached for his water bottle. He poured the water over my wrists. I yelped and tried to pull back. "You gonna answer my question?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"Because."
"That is a very good answer. You should get an award." The guy said nothing, just started tightly bandaging my arm. "Max." I held out my good hand. He stared at it like I was pointing a gun at him.
"Fang." He lightly shook it then started putting his first aid kit away. I caught a glimpse of his wrist before he pulled his sleeve back down to his knuckles. Scars. The whole section of his arm that I saw was covered in old, white scars. He grabbed my pocket knife from where it was sitting in the leaves and stuffed it in his pocket. That little part of my mind that had told me to do was gone. I didn't feel as bad about the incident at school.
"Do you have a way to get home?" I shook my head and took Fang's hand that he was offering me. He pulled me up to my feet and handed me my back pack.
"Well...thanks...I guess." I started walking through the trees, holding my bandaged arm close to my stomach.
"Hey, how do I know your not just going to go home and take all the pills in the house or something?" Fang started following me.
"Why do you even care?" He caught up with me.
"I just do."
"Another great answer. How do you do it?" I glanced at Fang in time to see a slight smirk tug at his lips. "Can't I just promise you I won't try anything and walk home by myself?"
"No."
"I think this counts as stalking." I told him, smiling slightly as he almost tripped on one of the long roots that snaked out of the ground to try and trip you.
"No it doesn't. I'm making sure you don't do anything stupid." We stopped at the corner waiting for the light to turn green. I turned towards him and look up slightly to meet his eyes.
"You seem to be the expert." I pointed at his arm, Fang turned and stared down at his arm, completely concealed by his long sleeves. I saw a scar on his neck as he turned his head. Dang. He must be really depressed. Fang just started walking in the direction of my house, forcing me to follow.
"Is anyone home?"
"Why? Considering kidnapping me?" Fang gave me an odd look.
"No." Well that's that I guess. My arm was still aching badly. I really just wanted to sleep. All the pain I had felt earlier, being taunted and laughed at, betrayed by my friends, none of it really mattered much. I looked down at my gray sweatshirt sleeve, stained with blood. If my mom found this... "cold water will get the blood out." I looked at Fang who was watching me as we walked.
"Again, I have to ask, why the hell do you care so much? Why are you wasting your time to help me?" Silence. He is so quiet it is sort of getting on my nerves. Not like I want him to leave. I actually kind of want him to stay...
"Which one is yours?" I came out of my thoughts and pointed to our small off-white house with dark trim. We walked up the path and I took off my back pack to find my key. Suddenly the door clicked open. I looked up to see Fang holding a key.
"Where did you get that?!" Fang pointed to the pot where we always keep a spare key.
"It was sticking out of the dirt." I just grabbed my bag and walked inside. My mom was working late, again. I glanced at the clock. There was still 2 hours before Ella the little, lying, betraying, absolutely sick excuse of a sister came home.
"Well I am home. I didn't throw myself into the road or anything. So, you can go now." No! No! No! Why did I say that!? I don't want to be alone! Max, pull yourself together. You just met this dude like an hour ago. Chill.
"Not until I know you are going to be okay."
"I'm fine. Really."
"Please, just promise me you won't hurt yourself again. Promise and I will leave." Fang was watching me intensely, he had a tight grip on the strap of his messenger bag. How serious he was was kind of scaring me.
"I promise I won't do anything to hurt myself." I took off my shoes and jacket. Fang turned and started out the door.
"Max?" Fang stopped. "I know it sucks to be alone. Come join my friends and I at lunch."
"Why would I do that?" I crossed my arms over my chest. Fang's dark eyes, er...the parts of his eyes that I could see through all his dark hair, searched mine.
"Because. A few friends are better than none."
I hope I didn't make any of you guys cry. But there you guys go! Chapter 3! And hold your horses Fax Fans! It will be a few chapters before the Fax really starts. Don't forget to review! I won't update until there are 12 reviews! So get to it! Lol.
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me: There. You said something. Now I have to post my chapter. *tries to steal some popcorn*
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me: Next chapter. Now let me post this!
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-Faerie :D
