A/n And here is the next chapter! I'll try to finish it tonight, but its kinda really late…well, technically very early, but lets just forget about that or the impact it will have on the chapter if it is written by a delusional half asleep author :)
On with the show!
Chapter 8
Tessa's POV
It can't be. I talked to them on the phone less than a week ago, that could've been anyone with a three-toed paw necklace...but I remembered how we searched for hours through the mall just for a special three-toed paw. I moaned into my salt-soaked pillow, and then flung it across the room in a fit of rage, where it bounced off the door and landed on the carpet with a soft thud. Screaming incoherently, I ripped the covers off of my bed, throwing them on the ground, and proceeded to demolish my room, shrieking. Finally I ended up punching the wall until my knuckles were raw, the pain finally sinking through the anger until I crumpled, sobbing, on my tie-dye rug.
Some remote corner of my brain noted that I was defying psychologists worldwide by messing up the order of the four stages of grief, but it was deftly squashed by the more dominant part that was screaming "Shut up!"
I stayed that way, unmoving, as the sun stopped struggling to shine through the wispy clouds, and as the silvery full moon rose and fell. Sometimes it seemed to jump from one spot to another in the blink of an eye, and sometimes it moved laboriously slow through the infinite expanse of black, but it never stopped in its journey, ensuring that there would always be another dawn after even the bleakest night...
But why did the dawn have to be so bright? I groaned and turned over, noting the sharp stabs of pain in my back and my -sigh- knuckles. I managed to stumble over to my bed and pull a blanket up off the floor, knocking my shin on the bedside table as I did so. I collapsed on the cover-less mattress, on my side facing the pain-inflicting wooden table beside me. I barely registered the dim alarm clock that read 7:23 am before closing my eyes and succumbing to whatever was rudely interrupted last night.
But of course, 7 minutes later, the alarm clock went off. "Waaagh!" I yelped, promptly rolling off the bed and onto my covers, which, thankfully, cushioned the fall instead of my face. Turning over numbly, I found myself staring at a shattered photograph of my 13th birthday.
Staring at the faces of my flock, Fang and Iggy's standing out among them.
It was too much. I shut down, every muscle relaxing until I was a motionless heap. I wasn't unconscious, my brain wouldn't let me. I simply collapsed from an overload of emotion and stress, watching everything around me but not caring enough to do anything about it. I watched from inside myself as Angel came in, presumably wondering why I hadn't gotten up for school, and stood shocked as she took in the demolition zone that was my room. I watched emotionlessly as my mom came in and silently helped me up onto my bed, cooperating as little as possible.
I stayed that way for the entire day, re-runs of trips to the mall and sleepovers playing, and an occasional sob breaking out. I heard my mom calling the school and saying that I was sick. I didn't care, let her tell them whatever she wanted.
She came in later with food on a tray, trying to convince me to eat. I rolled over and refused to respond, even after she started yelling. I didn't hear the words, and only briefly noted the slamming door.
Hours later…or was it minutes?…my sister came home. She darted straight to her room, sobbing on the way up.
Staring at the wall, watching it change from sky blue to navy as the sun went down and the moon came up. Drifting in and out of sleep like the wispy clouds drifting across the sky. Crying after waking up from a dream, memories. Pounding the bed with my fists until Angel came running in. She sat on my lap, crying.
It wasn't until she hugged me that I was shocked back to my senses. I slowly unclenched my fists, and wrapped my arms lethargically around my sister. Leaning over, I picked up a pillow from the ground with one hand, placed it on the bed, and lay her down. I pulled the covers up from the floor and placed them over her as well, then curled up beside her, finally realizing how exhausted I was. I hugged her closer, feeling her shoulders shake spasmodically. She needed me, and I wasn't going her let her down. Not now, not ever. Just like my 'counterpart' in the book we idolized, I had to be strong. "I'll be fine…" I whispered to myself, finally passing out from pure lack of energy, fog hazing my vision.
I'll be fine…
A/N HEY!!!! I apologize now to the perhaps….2 readers I actually have! Sorry! Forgive me! I suck! :(
I do. I really do.
And I realize this chapter kinda sucks…and is short…and lacks fluency of any kind…but its been a while, I'll get back into it soon.
And just to confuse you, the A/n at the beginning of the chapter was from 3 months ago. HA!
This one is from now. The present. Well, the present for me, which will soon be the past and will therefore become even more confusing, so lets just say Nov 10.
:3 Don't kill me!
Keep Flying Forever.
{-MaxRide101-}
P.S. I'm not always this depressed, just to let you know. This is a…theoretical account of what 'I' would be like if I was very, very, very, very, VERY depressed.
P.S.S I LOVE REVIEWS! I haven't gotten one in forever, only takes a few seconds, just a few words? Pwease? :3 (YOU CAN'T RESIST THE SUPER CUTE PUPPYDOG EYES FACE!) 8*(
*Note - For those of you that read this BEFORE Dec 4, the ending has been changed slightly to make it sound...well generally better, I think :) The whole 'I was Max, and my flock must come first' thing sounded completely a) geekish and obsessive or b) delusional and schizophrenic. AND CHAPTER 9 IS COMING SOON! Ange wrote the chapter, which is awesome, I might add, and as soon as I hear back from her I will FANCIFY it! And then she will read it, edit it, and it will be posted. Amen.
See ya soon!
