A/n:

Hey guys.

I'm scared. For you those who know my personal-ish life. I learned my Father's getting out of jail in

Two Months. A LOT o you are probably wondering why i'm scared..

JUST GO LISTEN TO:

Alyssa Lies by Jason Michael AND Concrete Angel by Martina McBride.

And you'll get why...

Words Unsaid

Chapter 11.

Max P.O.V.

(Max Dream-world = Italics)

I was walking down a busy street. People pushing by on the sidewalks, car horns honking on the street. A light breeze was kicking up. Ruffling leaves in the trees, kicking old abandoned water bottles down the street. A guy was talking softly into his cellphone, to his young daughter.

"I love you babygirl" He whispered into it before closing it with a smile.

It was like my senses were in overdrive. But it was sort of nice. It was like I was only hearing the nice things. Hearing that maybe the world could be peaceful. That this was the world I picked.

Something beautiful.

Looking to the left, to the right, and back to the left. I decided it was safe to cross the street. I walked easily over the smooth black surface, and just before stepping onto the curb I jumped into the puddle left my a hoze that was spitting water to my left, onto some beautiful red flowers.

I jumped around, sending tiny pebbled of mini ranbows flying in every which direction.

Maybe i'll find a pot of gold.

I stepped up, and in front of a little deli.

That's when I felt it. The feeling of eyes on me. The feeling of eyes following me everywhere. That bone chilling feeling. I shudder and turned my head slightly and caught the image of a of a teenage guy in the puddle of water. His reflection was wavey in the water.

Testing to make sure I wasn't crazy, I stepped forward and he took a step forward too. I shook my head out like nothing was happening and took off down the busy street, trying to keep my pase the same.

They know, you know they're following if you start going faster, that's something I've learned over the years of being stalked and stalking other people. But Hey, that's my dirty little secret. What's yours?

The mystery guy was pushing through the crowd, trying to catch up with me, but the crowd was slowly swallowing him up.

Thank the gods.

I turned the corner, and almost screamed in surprise. Keyword, almost. I swallowed my fear and came face to face with my stalker. He laughed, more chuckled a throaty chuckle. He had the same look as Mr. Free And Easy. They looked just alike.

Freaky.

He smirked at me before reaching behind him and pulling something out of the back of his pants. A flash of silver in the sunlight and I knew his weapon of choice.

A Colt 45 revolver.

He lifted it up and steaded his aim.. on me.

"Nighty Night Max" He whispered, and I knew it instantly. It was Mr. Free And Easy. Dylan?

Time seemed to freeze as his finger moved into positon and pushed back. I sucked in breath as the gun kicked back.

Time seemed to speed up and the bullets shot forward. There destination? Me.

I screamed bloody murder as the feel of a burning bullet entered my chest, one after another.

My head hit the pavement and I felt the burning touch of the barrel against my forehead.

"Nighty Night" With one last kick of the gun.

The world grew into darkness.

A/n:

Short update. Just wanted to tell you what was in the Author note above!

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