A/N – Hope you like this chapter warning this is depressing in the beginning a little. Just a heads up.

Angels POV

It's been almost a month since Fang has left and Max has been like a shell. Barley talking or eating. I hate to see her like this. She sleeps pretty much all day and if she's not sleeping she's out walking. She mostly keeps her thoughts blocked. But when they aren't they are all about how its her fault Fang left. That she'll never see him again.

Maxs POV

As I'm walking I'm listening to my ipod, all songs that remind me of Fang. It's all my fault that he left. I don't think I'll ever see him again either. I was on the local park trail sitting by the water when I saw the piece of glass. I picked it up. Right then and there I should have thrown it into the water. I shook my head. Was I really that depressed?

Before I could stop them a flood of memories came of me and Fang together. I rolled up my sweatshirt, despite it being summer I still wore one, ever since Fang left I had started to wear slightly baggy clothes. I raised the sharp piece of glass to my wrist and cut deep into my arm over and over again. Blood flowed freely.

I heard Ella's voice along with someone else's. So putting aside the sting I washed off the cuts and threw the glass into the water and pulled down my sleeve, just in time to.

"Max!" Ella said. "Um... Tim this is my sort of sister Max, I consider her my sister." when he looked at me I nodded.

"I'm heading home." was all I said. When I got back I kept my mind closed or at least I hoped it was closed and headed to my rom. I looked around and found a razor. It would work. When I sat on my bed I pulled up my sweatshirt and looked at my wrist it was a little swollen and red and still bleeding a little. The cuts were deep. It looked bad.

I put on a long sleeved shirt and pants. And lay down.

It was only four pm but to me it might as well be midnight. Weeks passed with more memories and more reminders of Fang. I had still been cutting on my wrists and legs though you couldn't really see the scars on my legs. We were due to go back to school soon too.

It was that afternoon I was hone alone when Fang come back. I was in the livingroom when suddenly I heard the kitchen door open and I stood to see Fang standing there. Tears welled up in my eyes and I ran to my room and broke down on my bed. I sobbed un controllably. I heard my door open then close and Fang sit down beside me. I flinched.

"Max?" no he couldn't be here. "Max please. Angel found me and explained. I'm so sorry I left. I... I should have let you explain." I looked up at him to see him close to tears. His hand which held mine traveled up my arm but I yelped in pain when he touched my wrist. Then I snapped my mouth shut. He narrowed his eyes and reached for my arm but I pulled away.

"Max." he snarled dangerously. I flinched, I was actually afraid. I gave him my better wrist. The one I started cutting on second. But he took the other one and shoved up the sleeve. He growled his eyes flashing.

"Why?" he demanded. I looked away I didn't want to hurt him. "Max." he said softly. I looked at him tears in my eyes.

"Memories. To much. You and me." I chocked out sobbing into his chest. He held me tight.

"I'm so so sorry Max. I never meant to leave you like this."

"Other one to. Legs too." I whispered knowing he would hear me. I felt him tense but I didn't want him to be surprised and or angry at me for not telling him. He just held me tighter.

"We have to tell Dr. Martinez you know that right?" I nodded miserably. "And the flock." I nodded. Everyone was effected by my stupidity. They needed to know what was going on to. But Angel was so young and so was Gazzy. "I need to see the other scars Max." I hesitated. I had cut recently and it was fresh still. Meaning still red and puffy and still sort of bleeding. "Max."

I lifted up my pant legs and showed him. His jaw clenched when he saw the recent cut. He went to the bath room and got some bacitracin and a bandage to wrap the cuts. I flinched when he touched them. After he was done he went to his room without a word. I felt horrible though. He shouldn't have had to see that. Let alone tend to it.

A/N – PLEASE READ!!! I know this chapter was a little more depressing them the others but if there's anything I can do to make it better let me know. Should I make this and the next chapter a sequel? Please let me know what you think. Please review!!