A/N: I really didn't think I was going to update for a while, but I got home from the viewing today, no not even the funeral, that's tomorrow, and I was all sad, and then I signed into my email and saw that I had over THIRTY-FIVE emails from that bot at fanfiction dot net whatever!!! Oh my gosh! You guys are the best people ever! I love you! That's more reviews I've probably gotten for this whole story put together! (Not really, but it's a lot!) Thank you guys so soo much for reviewing, and favoriting, and adding me to your alerts! You guys are fucking awesome!! And thanks for your kind words about my gandma. I really didn't think I was gonna cry today. Stupid aunt Polly got to me. But nonetheless, I'm updating, as a ginormous thank you to all of you who read this!
At that point, there was only one thing a newly impregnated and scared teenager could do. Lock myself in my room. And that's what I did. For a long, long time. For a few days I stayed in my room, well, actually it was Nudge and Angel's room that I had kicked them out of and claimed for myself during the day and wouldn't let anyone into. At night though, I had to share a tiny bed with two other mutant children who are quite large for their age. It is very hard to try and detach yourself from humanity when you are staying in a small house with seven other people, and two dogs.
Sometimes I would just fly out the window and cry in a tree. Other than that, I only left my room to eat, pee, and shower. I had also been ignoring Fang completely. Not that I was mad at him or anything. It would be nice to be able to blame someone other than myself, but it wasn't his fault. Well, kind of. It was just as much my fault as it was his. It takes two to tango, you know? I just ignored him because I knew he'd want to talk about it, and I just wanted to forget this whole situation. But once again, ignoring the problem would cease to work when my stomach's so big I can't fit through the doorway.
But anyhow, I was locked in the room when Angel knocked on the door.
"Max, are you okay? You haven't come out all day," she said from behind the door. I quickly tried to block out all my thoughts so that Angel couldn't read my mind.
"Max? Come on. Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure honey. Hang on a sec," I said. I jumped off the bed and threw on a jacket. I opened the window and jumped out into the cool evening air.
I was in free-fall for a few seconds as I watched the ground rapidly approaching before I unfurled my wings and caught myself. For a second there though, I had seriously considered just falling. Plummeting until I smashed to the ground and splattered on the sidewalk. The only problem was that there is no sidewalk outside of my bedroom window, and I don't think falling from a second story window and landing on plush grass could actually kill anyone, so it would be completely pointless. And, I'd probably be put on suicide watch and have to take prozac. Plus, it would probably squash the little parasite in my uterus, or said parasite would crush my spinal chord and leave me a paraplegic, depending on which way I landed.
I found a decent tree in the woods near mom's house and collapsed onto one of the tallest branches. It's strange how a few short weeks ago, flying by myself had made me feel so powerful, so in control, like I was the freaking king of the world. Now, it had no effect whatsoever. I still felt like a pathetic idiot. I had a thousand problems, and no answers. I had absolutely no idea what to do. And speaking of problems, to make my day even better, I saw someone flying towards my tree.
A/N: I know it's short again, but the actual funeral is tomorrow, so I've got to wake up for that. And OMFZ!! AHHH! NOO! MY LIFE IS OVER!! Why, you may ask? PANIC AT THE DISCO BROKE UP!!!!!! NOOOOO! Oh gosh, I'm going to die! I really didn't think this day could get any worse, but when I came home from the viewing today, I went online and learned (from Shane Dawson) that Panic At The Disco was breaking up. Ryan and Jon are leaving to work on "individual projects." No more Rydon! Brendon and Ryan are like the cutest band-slash couple ever! And now… and now…. It's over. If you're going to miss Panic even a fraction as much as me, give 'em a shout out in your reviews. And yes, it's fo serious. I don't kid when it comes to Rydon. I got to go… cry.
