Max P.O.V.
I clutched my side, screaming.
He continued to puncture me with the knife, aiming now for my legs now.
"No!" Nick screeched, lunging for the sprawled-out Sam. His eyes were wide and angry, snatching the knife away. I tried to hold in the painful gasps, but seeing that my shirt was soaked in blood, how could I not?
I rolled over on my back, glaring at the scene before me. My head spun, my surroundings a kaleidoscope of gore.
All I could recall left was Nick beating the crap out of Sam. Sweat poured down my forehead, colliding with the dried blood across my temple.
Biting my lip, I lifted my pants up, feeling the many bullet wounds on my legs, all gushing. I cried, but no tears left my eyes. My tongue dry, I felt the room tremble, losing consciousness.
"Max? Max!" Nick shook my shoulders, violently searching his pockets for an item. His phone. Typing 911, he stood up, pacing across the floors.
And soon enough, I drifted into a deep sleep.
Nick P.O.V.
"911, what's your emergency?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, heart pounding through my chest. Trying not to let my voice crack, I managed to voice out the situation to the woman on the other line.
"M-my girlfriend was stabbed. She's losing blood..." Breath hitching, I glanced back to Max, now in an unconscious state. Her eyes were closed, lips formed into a thin straight line.
"Try to stay calm, m'kay sir? Now, tell me the where exactly you are..." Her voice had a hint of a southern twang to it, confused on how the operators could stay so calm. Taking a deep breath, I explained the the location, hearing a shuffle of papers on the other side.
"Thank you, paramedics are on their way." I clicked the phone shut, running then crouching beside Max. Her form was limp, grasping onto her still hand.
"You're going to be okay Max. Just-just stay alive. It's gonna be...alright." Her eyes flickered slightly as I placed my index finger on her wrist. A slow pulse emanated, keeping me even more frightened.
Sam had killed my family. But not Max...
Not Max too...
Sam P.O.V (Dun-Dun-Duuunnnnnnnnn)
I feigned unconsciousness, satisfied with Nick's fear-filled voice. This 'Max' girl was too easy to kill. So weak, yet so meaningful to Nick. This would surely break him.
Then my plan would be complete.
Max P.O.V. (15 minutes later...)
I felt arms picking me up, setting me down. I heard wails, sirens blaring. I felt the red and blue flashing, even beneath my closed eyes.
But one thing I could tell for sure. Nick's hand in mine. It was the same calloused, rough hand that helped me through it all. And it's the same calloused hand I would miss the most If I did die.
"I love you, Max." I heard him say, whispering into my ear. But I couldn't speak. For some reason, my brain wouldn't allow it. And it was heartbreaking hearing his voice crumble during that statement. Because I wanted to scream 'I love you' just as much, back.
I could feel the ambulance moving, aching beneath my immovable body. Muttering of doctors arose from around me, an oxygen mask placed over my face. Cords, cords, and more cords. Beeping of machines, more strolling around, muttering more. The same things heard over and over.
And something unexpected. Nick crying.
Nick P.O.V.
Max's journal in hand, I paced around the waiting room. I hadn't expected to cry so much. Just maybe a tear. But when one leaked out, It all came falling down.
Max was dying. It was the same thing all over again.
The doctors wouldn't let me see her during her surgery, the removal of the bullets. It was a 50% chance she'll live. Which means it was also a 50% chance for her to die, also.
I sobbed in my hands, surprised at just how wet my palms were, drenched with tears. Never had I cried this much. Not even when Mom and Dad flatlined. I just remained emotionless that day, my soul sucked out from beneath me.
Nothing mattered anymore that day. Nothing. Hence why I became a bully, pushing other people around, ignoring my own feelings. Because I didn't want to show fear any longer.
I prayed till my voice was hoarse that Max'd be alright. That we were going to live happily ever after. But I also prayed the same thing for my parents. And look how that turned out.
Just this time please be different. Let Max live.
Let Max live.
Max P.O.V.
I had weird dreams. About me. And Nick.
We were soaring in the sky, together, hand in hand. And the odd thing was...we had wings. Nick's were like a raven, matching his obsidian eyes. But mine were more..different. My wings gleamed under the sunlit sky, white tipped with a light brown, coffee colored spots speckled across the feathers.
And then I fell. I just plummeted.
And my dream ended. Just like that.
I knew I had died.
Nick P.O.V.
I couldn't take it anymore. I ran to Max's room, opening it slightly. Ignoring the protests of the nurses behind me, I peered into the dimly lit room. And my heart stopped.
Her monitor in a continuous beep, She had flatlined.
Max had died.
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Looks like this situation *Puts on sunglasses*
Just got a whole lot messier.
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