Oh my god, I am a horrible person! I'm SOOOO sorry that I haven't updated! D: I have had the worst case of writers block EVER! Now here is the next chapter for you awesomely patient fans! I'll try and make it extra long as a thank you for being awesome gift.
Two thoughts immediately came to mind. First, OW! My entire body felt like it had been turned into hamburger then smashed by a hammer. Second, where am I?
I remember being thrashed on by the thugs, then that boy found me, but from there it gets hazy. My right eye is swollen shut, and my head is throbbing so bad that it made the eye that can see throb along with it, so seeing things clearly is a problem.
Trying to fix said problem, I close my eyes and wait for fifteen seconds before I open them again. After a few tries I can see that there are two boys in the room. One has shaggy, blondish red hair, and looks to be a a tall lanky fellow. The other is the boy. He has black hair that shines purple in the early morning light, and a muscular build that isn't too bulky. He's shorter than the other boy, but still tall compared to other people.
I watch the two boys sleep. I know that it's a bit weird I can't help but watch. They look peaceful, and like they're getting some rest. Every once in a while the blond boy twitches and mumbles something that is incomprehensible, but the other boy just lays there without moving. All of the sudden I have this overwhelming surge of jealousy and envy for the two boys. I'll bet they have the good life, family, friends, and all the things that come with that. Not to mention the fact that they live under a roof and sleep on a bed.
My trance over the two boys is suddenly broken when I hear the footsteps coming down the hall. I can hear them closing in on me and they consume me. The only sounds in the house are my heart beat and those damn footsteps. Fear squeezes in my chest and I can only think of one option. Running. Based on how much everything hurts, I know it won't be an easy feat, but I know I have to get away from whoever is coming. What if the turning me in? My life would end right then. I geared myself up for the imminent pain, and began to count to three. One…Two…THREE! I threw my legs off of the bed and stars exploded in my eyes. Every muscle in my body screamed to stop what I was doing but fear and irrational logic took their place and forced me to try and get out.
I stood up and stared to run, but I suddenly lost my vision to an explosion of stars. I hear a gut wrenching snap in my ankle, and I felt every nerve ending in my body burst into flames of pain. I fall screaming to the ground and crack my head on the cold, wood floors. As I lay there the person coming from the hall way runs in and the two boys are at my side. I can hear murmuring but my ears feel like someone stuffed cotton in them. It feels like my entire body is on fire, and I can feel myself drifting into unconsciousness.
-Fang-
I wake up to a blood curdling scream. As I take in my surrounding I can see Max lying on the ground, a pool of blood around her ankle.
"Iggy! Come help me!" my panic is clear in my shaky voice as I slide to maxes side. She damaged her ankle even worse this time. I could see a bit of bone sticking out of her skin. Iggy runs up and gasps.
"What the hell did she do to herself?"
"She tried to get up and run. Fang pick her up and come with me Iggy you go get a towel." Iggy's mom ran over to the counter and grabbed her keys. "We have to get her to the hospital! I think she's going into shock!"
Max had asked not to be taken to the hospital, but I had to. There was no other choice. As I pick her up, I lean down close and whisper into her ear, "I'm sorry. Just, please be okay…"
Iggy runs to me and raps Maxes ankle in the towel. We both walk out to the car and I crawl in and lay maxes head in my lap. Iggy, keeping the towel over her injured ankle climbs in carefully trying to keep her very still. All I can think about is her being okay.
-Max-
I can feel the car vibrating my whole body and it feels like millions of little needles shooting through my very being. I open my eyes and I look up to see the dark haired boy. He's looking down at me, and as soon as realizes that I'm awake, he sighs.
"Are you okay? Why did you try and run? you reinjured your ankle." Every word that comes out of his mouth is dripping with worry and concern, but all I can feel is the panic of being in the car. Fear overtakes me and jump up.
"Where the hell are you taking me?" I ask but I know where we are going. Just the thought that I might have to go to that place makes me scream and cry. The two boys are trying to calm me but I can't even hear them. I'm thrashing and trying to get away but they hold me down. I'm too weak to escape, but it can't stop me from giving them hell. I scream, I wiggle and thrash despite the pain. I know that I'm hurting myself and that they are only trying to help but the inescapable fear surrounds me.
The car stops, and doors open, and suddenly a woman is helping the boys try and grab me. They've got me here but they can't make me go into that place of death. They are pulling me out of the car but I manage to escape their grasps and fall to the ground. I ignore the crippling pain and stand. I can hear the bones snapping and scraping but none of that matters. I run anyways falling to my knees with ever step. They try to get me again, and I manage to smash my elbow into the blond boys chest, and he backs off.
The pain begins to consume me, but I gain speed and manage to get almost all the way out of the parking lot. My limp foot drags along the ground and I can fell bits of debris dig into my skin. Suddenly my knee gives out and I fall to the ground. The dark haired boy grabs my hands and holds me close to him.
I'm too weak and he's too strong. He picks me up, despite my fit, and carries me into the torture palace. We're not even in the building yet, and I can smell the cleaners and the death. The tears roll off my face and soak his shirt. It doesn't faze him and he just keeps walking. We're in the building and people are shouting. I can see the people in white coats. The boys flags one down, and starts fallowing her down a hall. I scream and kick and try and try but nothing work. Soon we're in a room and their strapping me down to a table. It's no use now. I'm defenseless to the torture and pain.
The White coat shoos the boy out of the room and I yell for him.
"HELP ME! PLEASE, don't leave me! PLEASE!" But it's too late. The boy it gone and the white coat is pulling out a needle. I cringe away and plead and scream. "NO! PLEASE!" I can feel the need stick into my arm and I'm useless against it. I can hear my scream subdue and my body goes numb. And then I sleep.
-Fang-
I'm numb as I leave the room. I can hear her screams and plies and every single one kills me. My feet drag across the ground and my head is dizzy. I lean against the wall for support, but it doesn't work and I sink to the ground. The back of my eyes feel like they are about to explode, and my muscles ache. Visions of her struggling, and running dance through my head. Suddenly the screaming slows down, and then it stops completely.
I work up the strength to get me back to the lobby. When I get there, Iggy and his mom are talking. Iggy sees me and conversation stops. I must look like hell. I know they do. Both Iggy and his mom have their faces painted with worry and concern. With a thud, I plop into the chair.
"Are you gonna be okay?" all I can see are Iggy's blood shot eyes. Having a conversation is the last thing on my mind and words escape me. We all sit in silence. After what seems and eternity, the doctor that I had got to help me comes out and walks over to us.
"She's going to be okay. She messed up her ankle real bad though. From what you've told me it was already broken quite bad, but when she tried to run, one of the fractures became worse and a bone punctured her skin. We're going to have to do surgery to realign the bones in her foot and ankle."
"How soon can you do it?" Iggy's mom asked.
"Well," she started, "Given the circumstances, I think we should watch her for a few days. We don't want her injuring her self." She turned towards Iggy's mom and they began to talk amongst themselves. Iggy turned to me.
"Man, I can't do this. I think a little piece of my soul shriveled up and died having to do that." Iggy said to me.
"Me too." I nodded in agreement then leaned back and closed my eyes signaling the end of the conversation on my part. I fell asleep to Max's distant screams playing over and over in my mind.
Okay! Chappy is completed! I'm going to try and update WAY more often, okay? I hope you liked it! Please review!