A/n:
I'm sooo sorry that I haven't updated this story and left you hanging.
Soo I hope this chapter makes up for it.
THERE'S A QUOTE gonna be in here that means a lot to me. I'll point it out, alright. Tell me what book series it's from and i'll give you a shout out!
THANKS!
Without Further Ado
Two Is Better Than One
Chapter 10
Max P.O.V. (Italic is Max's dream world)
No one awakens in the morning and thinks they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We ALL know we're mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever. (A/n: That is the quote!)
I was standing in a beautiful meadow, the soft ground under my feet, the bright and cheerful sun over our heads, The flowers circling me in pretty patterns of purple and blue. And my sister, my kind-hearted sister was standing next to me, grasping my hand tightly.
"If this is what heaven looks like, hell must be torture" I spoke aloud, testing my voice. Mini laughed. It was like a thousand silver bells. The kind that kids dream about on Santa's sleigh.
"Where are we" Mini asked softly. I looked over at her and she met my eyes.
"I'm guessing this is heaven" I whispered back, in case you know, the big man was watching or listening.
"But I don't want to die yet" A look of concern and grief crossed Mini's face. I tried smiling the best I could at her.
"You can still leave you know" A soft girl voice whispered to us. A voice that clicked inside my head. I turned myself and Mini toward the girl. She was sitting with her legs crossed on a pure white rock.
"Miranda?" I asked and the girl nodded. Miranda was the guy who got killed by a drunk driver back in New York when she heading to the Prom. Gone but never forgotten.
"Just think of home, think of the one thing you want the most, think of the person you would die for, think of being alive" She said softly and without another glance, disappeard in a bright flash of light. So cliche, I know.
I looked over at Mini and nodded. We both slide our eyes closed and I thought of the only person I would die for. Fang. I thought of his crooked smile, his black hair blowing in the wind, his midnight eyes smiling at me. An image flashed in my mind. Fang, all of Fang. From clean black hair, to his beat up converse.
"Max, Come back" It whispered as I was sucked into the darkness.
This Is A Line. His Name Is Tim.
I breathed deeply, as I settled back in my own body. My own human body. Talk about a weird exprience.
I thought of ripping paper and I slowly peeled my eyes open. There was a dark fiqure leaning over in one of the blue plastic chair sitting beside my bed. The ever-known hospital chairs.
"Fang" I whispered, flinching slightly hearing my voice. It sounded like I swallowed a frog. His eyes shot open and looked over at me.
"Max" He breathed out and that's when I noticed the intense pain coming from the top of my right arm. My left hands fingers trailed over my stomach and tried to find the cool skin of my right arm. Instead I was greated with air and the bed.
Feeling stupid, I looked over at my where my right arm should be and nearly threw up. There was a white bandage wrapped multiply times around the stump of where the start of my arms should be.
I closed my eyes tightly and tried to hold back my heaving.
"Max...Max, Don't look" Fang said, coming around to the other side of my bed. He grabbed my left hand and held it tightly. I squeezed back, trying to hold back my lunch.
"Mini?" I whispered and raised my eyebrows slowly.
"She's fine..." He trailed off. I thought I would've slapped him. He sighed and met my eyes.
"Her left arm, it's gone too" I closed my eyes and nodded. Then I did the weirdest thing at the moment, I giggeled. I opened my eyes and met Fang's concerned ones once again.
"Twin's for life right?" I shot Fang a little smile and he returned it with his crooked grin. I leaned back against the fluffy white pillow and tried to block out the smell of clean.
"You'll get through this. You and Mini both. You're the strongest people I know. You will survive" Fang whispered.
Thats when the news set in and the tears started to flow.
My life... was over.
A/n:
Sorry it's not long. But it's a update right!
Review and tell me how much you like or hated it.
Thanks for reading.
R.I.P Timothy Danube. May 17th - May 1st 2012. So Close To Being 17.
Tim's, You Were My Best Friend When No One Else Was. You Made Me Laugh At The Stupidest Things. You Turned Every Hateful Thing Into Something Hilarious. Knuckles, I'll Always Miss You. From The Constent Knuckle Cracking To Your Final Joke.
"No one awakens in the morning and thinks that they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know we're mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever." I Truly Thought You Would. Why Is It The Good Always Die Young? Love Ya Tim's, Miss You.
-The GingerBean.
Thanks Again...
-Cora