"Too Late Now"
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. Swear on it. They are getting SO annoying!
Lawyer 1 – NO! You are!
Lawyer 2 – You are so mean! Not even one lawsuit!
Me – See what I mean?
Chapter 5 – A Bit Of Help
Well…that's what happened. All I remember after that is waking up in the hospital. I had to explain what happened to my mom. The fight, the gang, Rick, the drug dealing, running from the police…everything. I don't think I've ever seen her so ashamed in her life. Currently, she is on the phone with my dad.
A girl my age walks into the room. She is wearing blue jeans and a silver top. She has blue, long hair pulled into a ponytail and her eyes are a deep green. "You're Max?" She questioned.
"Ya…" I muttered, staring at her pale, yet cheery face. "I'm Max. Why do you want to know…and who are you anyway?" I snapped, annoyed. I didn't like this one bit!
She bit her lip slightly. "My name's Mariam. I'm supposed to be helping you…to get back to normal," she informed me. "I know what you're going through. I, myself, went through it, too." Her green eyes saddened a bit.
I was shocked, to say the least. She seems to be a pretty nice person. "Really? How'd you get out?" I did want to know. I hope I can be set straight again.
She smiled kindly. "Lots of help, Max!" She laughed at my distasteful expression. "It's not so bad!"
I frowned. "That's what you say. I am different from you…" I grumbled. I know I was making things difficult, but hey! I can't help it!
"Boy! You're difficult! Impossible!" She threw her arms up in the air, laughing. "You're going to be a challenge." I stuck my tongue out at her. "Yep…definitely a challenge…" she blanked.
"Good!" I smiled brightly. I was going to make sure she knew I wasn't going to be a pushover! I've been down the road too long; I depend on the trill of running from the cops, sentencing people to a life of drugs, pulling people down the road with me, the fights and the knowledge that people hung onto every word I uttered. "Got your work cut out for you?"
She sighed deeply and sat beside me on the bed. "Ya…unfortunately. You're gonna be tricky, Max." She smiled brightly and sported a huge grin. "A perfect challenge!" she laughed, pumping her closed fist in the air. "You up to my attempts?"
I looked up at the hyperactive girl and frowned slightly. "I don't think so," I muttered sullenly. "All I know is that I want to be back to normal, instead of this cruel, unmoving creep that I am…" I stared back at the eerily white wall. I felt as if everything near me should be grungy and that wall was just WAY too clean! It can't be normal!
Mariam sighed and ruffled my hair gently. "That's it. You're on the road to recover already! This will be all that much easier!
I took one look at her and then at her arm. "Don't touch me!" I retorted heatedly. I brushed her hand off, huffed, glared coldly at her, and then turned away from her stubbornly before I even knew what to do!
"Or not…" Mariam, for the second time today, blanked at my totally blatant attitude.
This happened each day. After a week, I used fewer retorts and listened to what she had to say more often. Another week and I seldom let her ruffle my hair. I also stopped muttering insults about her every time we disagreed on something.
"Later, Max!" Mariam chirped, sprinting out of the hospital room.
"I more week in this white-nightmare…" I muttered to nobody in particular. "Mariam, huh? She's interesting, I must admit…"
DONE! I should be able to update more often in these 2 weeks!