Hey guys! I'm sooooo sorry that it's taken me so long to update this story. I've been so busy with school and life and just existing in general. Please forgive me! I am now on summer break, so I promise that I'll be better about updating, pinky swear. Without further ado, here's another chapter.

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FANG'S POV:

Max just ran off of school campus. I wonder what happened. I don't know, and I'm starting not to care. I mean all she does is ignore me and nothing I do seems to be working any better than it was the last time I tried.

Right then I made a promise to myself, I'll give her two more chances. If she doesn't open up to me or give me a shot, then I'm done with her. I'll just go on living my boring life without her in it.

All of a sudden Iggy, Max's brother ran past me. "Iggy!" I shouted. He stopped and turned around.

"What is it Nicholas?" he sneered at me.

"Jeez, no need to be so harsh. I was just going to ask what was wrong with Max."

"It's none of your business Newbie," he said it as if it were my title, "just some family business that you wouldn't understand."

"Why are you two so secretive?" I asked.

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"I'm just curious," I said defensively.

"Well stop, okay? We have enough problems in our life without you. Why do you even care anyways? It's not like you two are the best of friends. In fact, last time I checked, she hated you and wanted you to leave her alone." I stepped back a little, hurt. But he did have a point, it wasn't any of my business, but I was going to make it my business.

"Whatever jerk, forget I asked," I said and then walked away. He looked a little confused with my easy acceptance of defeat, which gave me some satisfaction.

"Yeah! That's right, walk away loser!" he screamed after me in a last ditch effort to get the last word. I just waved my hand.

I decided to just head back home, I was in no state of mind to actually pay attention in class. It's not like I would be paying attention, so there was no point. I walked away from campus, my head swimming with thoughts of Max and what I could do to win her attention.

MAX'S POV:

~The next morning~

I woke up at 2:07 AM drenched in sweat. I had just had the dream again. The one where... never mind. I don't want to go there. I was shivering, from fear or panic, I don't know. I fought the urge to scream, it was just so painful. Living with these thoughts inside me? It was unbearable. I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't handle the constant fear and guilt eating away at my insides. That's when I decided I would make my outside look like my inside, black blue, torn, and broken. I started banging my head against the bed frame and biting my fists. Pushing myself off of the floor, I straitened my shirt and made my way slowly to the joint bathroom. I locked both of the doors and pulled open the drawer holding the blade. It stared back up at me, its gleaming surface seemed to wink at me and I lost it. I reached down and yanked it up towards my left arm. I looked up at my face in the mirror with the blade hovering just above my wrist. What I saw was disgusting. My sweat covered face was blotchy and wet, my matted hair was plastered onto anything it could touch, snot was running down from my no, my clothes were messily strewn on my body and I just couldn't take it. I bit my lip and poked the sharp edge onto my skin. I began to carve and write and draw and make my story. Once I ran out of room on my left arm, o switched to my right and started the process over, then to each leg, then to my torso. Each slice taking away just enough of the pain to help me keep going.

I was on the floor by this point, the tiles covered in blood, the red liquid pooling around my body. I slowly stood and looked down at myself, blood oozing from the fresh wounds and dripping down onto the floor below. My hand was shaking as I lifted the hand that held the knife to my face. I began to cry again and all I could to was blubber like a baby. Suddenly I screamed and slashed the knife across my face. Blood spurted out as the blade made contact. I collapsed to the floor, shattering the mirror on my way down, perhaps on purpose. I lay there crying in a pool of my own blood, slowly bleeding out, praying to God that he would just let me die and escape the endless suffering that is my life. That's all I ask of this all-powerful humanoid who has never done anything beneficial for me, who has never offered his help.

"Just take me out of my misery! Just let me leave this life and be with her! Help me escape, Please!"

The strength left my nearly drained out body and I began to feel woozy. The last thing I remember before loosing consciousness was a banging against the bathroom door and someone shouting my name.

"MAX! MAx! Max! max! max. ma..."

So that's it! I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review for me telling me what you liked and what you didn't like and things I should change and things that shouldn't change and whether or not you're tired of my run-on sentences. Thank you for reading. I promise I will update soon, pinky swear! (that's kinda my thing if you couldn't tell).

~MissunderstoodPoet~