Sorry I took so long to update! My laptop got a virus so we had to wipe it! I lost ALL of my files, even a story I was almost finished with! I hope that doesn't happen again...
anyway, thank you to all who have reveiwed, but I really want more! If you don't already reveiw, please do!
This chapter is kind of angst-y...well, more then the others.
Disclaimer:...Do we really need these? It's a fanfiction site, I think it would be pretty obvious...well, I don't own anything.
Emily's POV (rare)
An earily July sunlight light the living room. Max had her head on Fang's shoulder, she-Emily-had fallen over in her sleep so her head was resting on Max's shoulder, and Iggy was hanging off the side of the couch, snoring.
Emily got up, being carefull not to wake anyone. She looked at the clock on her wall. It was 7:00am...Crap! She had to go to school! Who goes to a concert on a school night...? Emily guessed she could skip, given what happened...poor Max. She looked so broken that night. She was curled up in a ball, struggling...bloodied...And Fang. That was heart breaking. She never seen him to panicky and angry with himself, and that look on his face when he saw Max...it was so heart breaking.
Emily went into the kitchen, and started to make bacon. Everyone loved the smell of bacon in the morning...well, she did. She didn't have much of it anymore. Her parents were often gone, left for their work. She was happy for her parents...but she wished they were around more often.
Bacon was almost done, so she went into the living room to wake everyone up. Iggy woke up verily easily, but Max and Fang still had their eyes closed.
"Max..?" Emily tried to wake her up, but Max said "I'm sleeping." very sternly.
"Fang...?" Emily tried, but he said a very short "No."
Emily sighed. She supposed she would have been tired too if she had been in their place, but she had bacon on the stove, so she wasn't so keen to let them burn.
"YOU TWO GET UP BEFORE I DRAG YOU OUT AND THROW YOU INTO THE POOL!" The sweet Emily was gone. Now came her drill sargent side.
Max startled, but Fang moodily groaned and stood up. Max followed him.
"We're up. What do you want?" She asked, rubbing her back.
"Breakfast is ready," Emily said sweetly, as if she didn't just yell their ear drums out.
Max nodded and went into the dinning room, followed by Fang and Iggy.
Silence filled the dinning room as they ate. Emily didn't think there was anything to talk about, really. The avents of yesterday wern't the best subject for breakfast.
Emily noticed that Max winced as she moved her arm. "You okay, Max?" Emily asked. Max shugged. "Better then I expected." She replide.
"Do you hurt?"
"...Well, that's a common side-affect to being assulted, isn't it?" Said Max with slight sarcasm in her voice. Emily saw that Fang had tensed.
Emily didn't know what to say, weather to smile or not. "I suppose so." She said instead.
"I can drive you guys home whenever you're ready." Emily offered. Only Iggy replide. "Maybe after we're done eating. Angel, Gasman, and Nudge are probably wondering where we are."
They finished not to long after that. Emily stood up and lead them out to her car. Max was looking every-which-way, looking very jumpy.
They got into the car, and she drove them home. It was a quiet ride, none of them saying anything, all deep in thought. Emily couldn't help but feel a little bit guitly. She was the one who invited them to the concert! Okay, she didn't know he'll show up where there's a bunch of people, but still...
They were at their house. Emily said goodbye to them, and watched as they went inside. Emily heard a yell "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"
Emily backed out of the drive way, and back home, wishing she didn't have to spend the night alone.
Three days later
"Gazzy really did that?" Emily laughed. She and Iggy were walking to her school, Iggy refusing to let her go alone untill she gets her car fixed, whiched had broken down two days ago.
"Yeah, and then he-" Iggy contuined, but someone had pressed their hand to Emily's mouth and dragged her backwards into an alley way. They had stuffed a rag into her mouth, so she couldn't speak. They fastened a blind fold over her eyes, so all she could see was black.
She tried to scream, but it was muffled by the gag. They pushed her down so she landed onto her side. She tried to stand up, up they picked her up by the collor of her school uniform and threw her to the wall. The force of the collidion with the wall had knocked the gag loosed. She spat it out, and screamed. They smacked her around her face, leaving it stinging. They kicked her up against the wall, but she was still screaming. They stuffed the rag back into her mouth, but they were to late. Some one yelled angrily, and she heard foot steps run away from her.
Emily reached up and pulled the gag out of her mouth and to untie the blind fold. Iggy was standing in the middle of the alley way.
"Where are you? Emily!" Iggy yelled.
"H-here!" Emily choked out. Iggy followed the sound of her voice, and sat down next to her, crushing her into a hug. Emily was crying, the tears leaving hot trails on her face. She pulled out her phone, pressed Iggy's home number in there, and gave it to Iggy, who had released her and held the cell phone to his ear.
"Hello?" Fang's voice said on the other end.
"Fang? Come over hear." Iggy said to Fang, sounding panicky.
"What happened?"
"Emily...he attacked her. Come to-" Emily told him the street name an Iggy repeated.
"Well be right there." Fang hunged up the phone.
They were there in no less then twenty minutes. Fang and Max looked for them, and Max spotted them, sitting in the alley way.
"Emily!" Gasped Max as she saw the bruises on Emily's face. Emily didn't say anything, just contuined to sob.
Max pulled her up, and Iggy fallowed. They contuined to walk over to Emily's school to tell her princable she will be gone for a few days (Max was sure that's why emily wanted them).
They wern't far from it. It was a big building, hiden by trees. It was nice, but had a feeling like it wasn't a place to goof off in.
They walked in, Emily telling them where the office was. They reached it, and Emily, Fang, and Iggy sat down at the bench outside of it. Max tapped on the door, and walked in.
"Hello?" Said an old looking woman at the desk.
"I need to see the princable, it's about my friend." Max said to the lady. She explained what happen and the woman let her into the Princable's office.
"Are you a student of mine?" Asked the princable. She had black hair tied back into a tight bun. She wore glasses that were sliding off her long nose.
"Umm, no. I'm here about Emily. Emily Byron." She said.
The woman sat back. "Oh, yes. Is something wrong?" Max told the story, and the woman's face soften considerably.
"Oh, poor dear. Of course she can have a few days off."
"Thank you, ma'm." Max said, and without another word, left the place.
Max's POV
It was Ten at night. Max went into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath tub. It was all her fault. The guilt was over powering. She was weak. She was the one to blame.
Max looked at the scissors next to the sink. She reached for them, rolled up her sleeve, and held them an inch above her arm.
Fang will never forgive you if you do this. Said a voice in Max's head.
Fang doesn't have to know. Max thought back. She held her arm out over the bathtub, opened the scissors wide, and sliced her skin.
People think that memories are stored in your brain, but they were wrong. They were in your heart. They ran through your blood, and when spilt, the memories would go for a little while. But when the scars heal, you heart just pumps more blood to carry out your memories.
Cut!
Max was weak. She didn't fight back. She just sat there and cried like the whimp she was. She used to be strong. She used to fight untill she got her way. She got weak.
Cut!
Her friends and family were in danger because she was stupid enough to trust him!
Cut!
She made herself believe she loved him, and he loved her. She was naive, and went in to deep!
Cut!
He was going to hurt Emily, Nudge, Gazzy, Iggy, Angel, Fang! And it was her fault!
Cut!
Cut!
Cut!
Cut!
She set the razors down, the blood running down her arm she had just cut. The pain made her forget, stopped her from thinking. The pain was well deserved. She knew she deserved it! Her blood-spilt in her anger, was well deserved! She was putting every one in danger, just by simpily being alive! Alive and stupid. Sometimes, she couldn't be put back together! She was messed up and idiotic, and she deserved every-cut-on-her-arm.
Max put a towel over her bleeding arm. She was dizzy, but she felt better. She looked at the blood in the bathtub, slowly running down the drain. Her memories. Her memories that where coming back to her. She turned on the shower head to she could wash down hte blood-the memories-down the drain. She washed off the scissors and quickly ran to her room before anyone could see her bleeding arm.
Dark, isn't it? and sad that she thinks everything is her fault.
Sorry if this is a little rushed. It was 3:30am when i wrote this.
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