Authors Note:

Okay, so here we are with this story, I completely intend to go on with it like it said in other messages I have been having a hard time and I'm sorry if my writing is a mess. I would really appreciate it if anyone could throw some ideas at me, I have no Idea where to go with this at this point. Read and Review

Love CY.


Previously:

As soon as I feel Fang sit back down I start to think of all of the things that happened today. Nudge didn't get an answer to if she was pregnant or not. Fang counting my arm scars, his seeing what Jeb did to my legs. I feel Fangs hands start to rub my back, all I can think of is how good it feels. He starts to work his way up my back, he stops when he feels me arc into the bed.

"Are you okay?" He whispers. I nod my head, and he goes back to what he was doing. He gets to my shoulders, and my whole body starts to tingle as he works at the knots. As he was working on my neck my mind started to go blank. I mumbled something along the lines of a thank you to Fang, then I slipped into unconsciousness.


Dark figure loomed over the three girls, surrounding them until they were backed into a corner. In a flash Angel and Nudge were gone, but she could hear Angel screaming. The scene changed into a room with cages, she saw Nudge, and Angel shoved into a very small one, then some people in white lab coats, dragged Angel off. Angel was too weak to fight so she just got dragged, with rivers flowing out of her eyes. Max, was now in a room with Angel, she was strapped to a metal table. A dark figure came into the room, he looked at Angel, then at Max.

"Max! Help Please!" The dark figure came into the light, to reveal that it was Jeb.

"Oh, Max you could have saved her, but you couldn't, oh, well, too, bad," And in that exact moment he took a knife out of his pocket, and slit Angeles neck.

"Nooooo!"

I wake up drenched in sweat, and sitting up, breathing heavy. It's just a dream I keep repeating in my mind. I feel a cold stream of water roll down my face, and it won't stop; I pull my knees to my chest and stay there, sobbing. A quick knock, then my door opens; I quickly look up to find Fang standing there, pale and out of breath; I quickly look back down, with tears still streaming down my face. I hear the lamp turn on, then the sound of the creaky door close. The bed shifts as he sits down, I pull my knees in closer to my body, to where my body is almost in a ball.

"Max?"

"Y-ya?"

"I heard you yell, are you okay?"

"Uh, I didn't yell."

"Yes, you did. And are you okay?"

"Ya. I'm fine."

"Come here," he says as he puts his right arm over my shoulders, and pulled me to him, as best as he could given that I was still in my "ball". "You had a nightmare about Jeb didn't you?" He pulled me closer, as he felt me shudder when he said Jeb's name. I start to cry again, but even harder, to where my whole body shakes with each sob. "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset. Do you want to talk about it?" I nod my head.

"H-he had the girls in cages, then h-he had tied Angel to a table, said I could have saved her, b-but now I-I I was too late, then h-h-he," I couldn't finish, and if it were possible I started to shake and cry ten times harder.

"Sh, sh, sh, you're okay, the whole family, you, Angel, Nudge, and everyone else. I checked Angel, and Nudges room, before I came to yours. They are fine, they are safe. Come here," he laid back on the bed, and pulled me onto him, forcing me to get out of my ball, and to lay on his chest. I didn't dare to look up at him. "Max, do you feel safe here? Like in general?" Before I could answer him I hiccuped.

"Ya," my voice sounding gravely from all of the crying." "Why?" I snuffed.

"I was just thinking, do you, uh, do you ever feel like he is here?"

"Sometimes. I don't know what's wrong with me. It seems like whenever something goes wrong or is bad, I get worse. I feel like I'm just a problem for other people. I feel like it would be better if I wasn't here, like everyone would be better off without me," I sobbed. Fang started to rub my back.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you, honestly. You're not a problem for other people, and if you are talking about you being a problem for me, you're not. Everyone in this house would be devastated if you weren't here anymore. If you feel like you have stuff wrong with you I'm not going to say there's nothing wrong, because everyone's mind is different. We can get you help if you feel like there is something wrong with you. And what do you mean you get worse?"

"I mean like with my depression, and anxiety, they get worse!"

"Hay, hay, please don't get upset with me."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, I start to shake.

"Max, why are you shaking?"

"Please don't hit me."

"Max, it's me Fang, Jeb isn't here."

"I'm sorry!"

"Max, sh, sh, sh, you're safe. He isn't here. You're family is safe," I put my hands on my face and start to ball my eyes out. Oh my lord I just relapsed on and with Fang what the hell I'm so dumb! "Max, please stop covering your face."

"Why?"

"Because you don't need to hide from me, it's okay."

"No, it's not."

"What isn't okay?"

"I just freaking relapsed in front of you, that's not okay, ugh! I hate my self, my mind, my everything!"

"Max," Fang says in a soft voice, which makes me look up with my tear stained face. "I'm going to ask you something very serious, and, please, tell me the truth," the tears stopped coming.

"I will," he played with a piece of my hair then, he tucked it behind my ear.

"I care about you a lot, and so do a lot of other people do. I don't like to ask this to anyone, but, do you want to kill yourself?" My eyes got wide, then teary, I looked down.

"Yes, sometimes," I could barely hear myself.

Fang pulled me off of his chest, stood up, and ….


Sorry Folks, that's all for tonight. Re-read, and review, sorry it's short

-Cy