Chapter 3
Max's P.O.V
"Tinga. Is that you?" whispered Max with tears brimming in her eyes.
"It's me baby sister, your not dreaming. Well you are but I'm real" she smiled back.
Max took a closer look at the woman in front of her. Her sister had changed so much. She tried to stop the flash backs of seeing her sister in the tank, barely alive.
"It wasn't your fault Maxie" Tinga said soothingly.
"Yes it was. I could have gotten you out sooner. I shouldn't have let them get you in the first place. I. "Max cried, looking down. She couldn't face her sister,
"Ssh Maxie. It wasn't your fault. Listen to me Max it wasn't your fault, I don't blame you, no one does!" Tinga replied sternly then her voice softened,
"Maxie it's okay. My family is safe, thanks to you, and that's all that matters".
"No it isn't! I still could have." Max sobbed.
"Could have done what, Maxie?" Tinga asked, "you can't change the past, so stop beating yourself over it. You need to concentrate on the present, not the past so stop it, okay stop it!"
"I can't." Max whispered.
"Yes you can Maxie and that's why I'm here. To help you with your future, now stop crying." Tinga replied a little to harshly than intended. But it seemed to work as Max stopped crying instantly.
"So, where exactly am I?" Max inquired as she started to look at her surroundings. Everything was white. Even the dress she was wearing. She scrunched up her face when she saw it. Black was more her colour. Tinga was also dressed in white but her dress was laced in gold.
"Am I dead? Cos I don't feel it, I mean last time I died it was confusing and I don't really remember much of it." Max admitted, looking up from her clothes.
"No. You are definitely not dead. That beating heart of yours kinda gives it away." Tinga replied as if she was speaking to a child.
"Actually it's Zack's" Max replied.
"What is?" Tinga inquired.
"My heart. He sacrificed himself for me when I died" Max stated, trying not to remember the last time she had seen him. He didn't even recognise her. It was what she wanted he'd have killed Logan if he remembered. But that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. Cos it did.
"Maxie, you're doing it again. Stop thinking about your past and concentrate on the present and your future" Tinga scolded.
"Okay I won't. But you still haven't told me where I am."
"You're in your subconscious" Tinga replied,
"I'm dreaming?" Max asked, not really wanting to know,
"Kind of. You're in a coma"
"A coma?" Max asked surprised. She was quiet for a while then shrugged.
"Well I've never been in one of those before. I guess there's a first time for everything right."
"Max. We don't have a lot of time for this, so I'm just gonna tell you why I'm here and then let you decide." Tinga said, not really listening to Max's statement.
"Okay. So why are you here?" Max questioned, feeling kind of nervous.
" I was sent here to help you choose what path you take after you woke up" Tinga stated, not really looking at her younger sister.
"So I am going to wake up from this coma?" Max asked.
"Yeah, of course you are. You're too stubborn not to" Tinga replied with a light laugh.
"Yeah. I guess I am" Max smiled, then turned serious, " What paths do I have to choose from"
"That's up to you Maxie. Is there anything that you are confused about? Questions you need answers to?" Tinga inquired.
"I don't know, I have so many, about White, about Sandman and."
"Alec and Logan perhaps?" Tinga interrupted.
"How did you know?" Max asked surprised.
"I've been watching you for a long time Maxie. I know that you are confused and need someone to help you." Tinga said with a faint smile.
"Thank you" Max whispered, as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Hey, you don't need to thank me. It's what big sisters do" she stated with a smile.
"Okay Max, like I said we don't have that much time so I'll just tell it to you straight" Tinga said all business like.
"I'm here to actually show you your paths"
"How?" Max inquired perplexed.
"By giving you a glimpse of your possible futures considering what path you choose" Tinga explained.
"You mean what my life would be like if I chose Logan or Alec?" Max asked.
"Yeah. Kind of."
"So you're telling me you can show me my future" Max stated, shocked.
"Yeah, but Max don't just use what you see to base your decision over. You need to consider your feelings in the present as well". Tinga warned.
"Okay, so what do I do?" Max asked.
"Look behind you" Tinga stated simply.
Max turned around to see two identical, brown doors.
"Open them to see your future. But remember not everything is as it seems" Tinga stated ominously.
"Hey what's that supposed to. mean?" Max said more to herself than Tinga who had already disappeared.
"Great, just great" Max muttered. "Well here goes nothing". Max opened the door closest to her and stepped inside. It was nothing like she expected.
AN: I have no idea whether I should continue this story or not. I already have more and better ideas. But I think I should. What do you think?
R+R
Max's P.O.V
"Tinga. Is that you?" whispered Max with tears brimming in her eyes.
"It's me baby sister, your not dreaming. Well you are but I'm real" she smiled back.
Max took a closer look at the woman in front of her. Her sister had changed so much. She tried to stop the flash backs of seeing her sister in the tank, barely alive.
"It wasn't your fault Maxie" Tinga said soothingly.
"Yes it was. I could have gotten you out sooner. I shouldn't have let them get you in the first place. I. "Max cried, looking down. She couldn't face her sister,
"Ssh Maxie. It wasn't your fault. Listen to me Max it wasn't your fault, I don't blame you, no one does!" Tinga replied sternly then her voice softened,
"Maxie it's okay. My family is safe, thanks to you, and that's all that matters".
"No it isn't! I still could have." Max sobbed.
"Could have done what, Maxie?" Tinga asked, "you can't change the past, so stop beating yourself over it. You need to concentrate on the present, not the past so stop it, okay stop it!"
"I can't." Max whispered.
"Yes you can Maxie and that's why I'm here. To help you with your future, now stop crying." Tinga replied a little to harshly than intended. But it seemed to work as Max stopped crying instantly.
"So, where exactly am I?" Max inquired as she started to look at her surroundings. Everything was white. Even the dress she was wearing. She scrunched up her face when she saw it. Black was more her colour. Tinga was also dressed in white but her dress was laced in gold.
"Am I dead? Cos I don't feel it, I mean last time I died it was confusing and I don't really remember much of it." Max admitted, looking up from her clothes.
"No. You are definitely not dead. That beating heart of yours kinda gives it away." Tinga replied as if she was speaking to a child.
"Actually it's Zack's" Max replied.
"What is?" Tinga inquired.
"My heart. He sacrificed himself for me when I died" Max stated, trying not to remember the last time she had seen him. He didn't even recognise her. It was what she wanted he'd have killed Logan if he remembered. But that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. Cos it did.
"Maxie, you're doing it again. Stop thinking about your past and concentrate on the present and your future" Tinga scolded.
"Okay I won't. But you still haven't told me where I am."
"You're in your subconscious" Tinga replied,
"I'm dreaming?" Max asked, not really wanting to know,
"Kind of. You're in a coma"
"A coma?" Max asked surprised. She was quiet for a while then shrugged.
"Well I've never been in one of those before. I guess there's a first time for everything right."
"Max. We don't have a lot of time for this, so I'm just gonna tell you why I'm here and then let you decide." Tinga said, not really listening to Max's statement.
"Okay. So why are you here?" Max questioned, feeling kind of nervous.
" I was sent here to help you choose what path you take after you woke up" Tinga stated, not really looking at her younger sister.
"So I am going to wake up from this coma?" Max asked.
"Yeah, of course you are. You're too stubborn not to" Tinga replied with a light laugh.
"Yeah. I guess I am" Max smiled, then turned serious, " What paths do I have to choose from"
"That's up to you Maxie. Is there anything that you are confused about? Questions you need answers to?" Tinga inquired.
"I don't know, I have so many, about White, about Sandman and."
"Alec and Logan perhaps?" Tinga interrupted.
"How did you know?" Max asked surprised.
"I've been watching you for a long time Maxie. I know that you are confused and need someone to help you." Tinga said with a faint smile.
"Thank you" Max whispered, as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Hey, you don't need to thank me. It's what big sisters do" she stated with a smile.
"Okay Max, like I said we don't have that much time so I'll just tell it to you straight" Tinga said all business like.
"I'm here to actually show you your paths"
"How?" Max inquired perplexed.
"By giving you a glimpse of your possible futures considering what path you choose" Tinga explained.
"You mean what my life would be like if I chose Logan or Alec?" Max asked.
"Yeah. Kind of."
"So you're telling me you can show me my future" Max stated, shocked.
"Yeah, but Max don't just use what you see to base your decision over. You need to consider your feelings in the present as well". Tinga warned.
"Okay, so what do I do?" Max asked.
"Look behind you" Tinga stated simply.
Max turned around to see two identical, brown doors.
"Open them to see your future. But remember not everything is as it seems" Tinga stated ominously.
"Hey what's that supposed to. mean?" Max said more to herself than Tinga who had already disappeared.
"Great, just great" Max muttered. "Well here goes nothing". Max opened the door closest to her and stepped inside. It was nothing like she expected.
AN: I have no idea whether I should continue this story or not. I already have more and better ideas. But I think I should. What do you think?
R+R