So this chapter contains clichés not that this whole story won't contain a whole mass of clichés…
Also my other story will probably be posted later on either on here or on wattpad. My name on that is RT_Liv
Oh and I found another start to a story that I might change the name of the characters and maybe post I haven't decided yet.
MaxPOV
My hand and ribs felt like they were on fire. It's pretty self-explanatory how it happened, I mean step-dad is super abusive, therefore my body hurting… well I don't need to explain it do I?
Anyways, I'm currently in third hour –which I have with the man-whore, when I receive a note. I expect it to be from Ella considering she sits next to me but when I look at her she shrugs. Opening it I saw in chicken scratch "What happened to your hand?" I looked down at my hand that I had wrapped in one of those like ace wrap thingies. I started to reply but my hand started to burn even more and I felt my entire body heat up. It was like I was overheating. Soon my vision went black and I was light headed. What's happening to me?
"Max!"
FangPOV
"Max!" My sister yelled and my head shot up and to where she and Max were sitting. Max was lying on the ground extremely pale.
"Shane, go to the office and get someone down here!" Mr. Cooke instructed moving quickly to where my sister and her best friend were.
My sister started to panic causing me to get out of my seat and pull her into a hug.
"The assistant principal is coming. They called for an ambulance as well." Shane spoke as he returned.
"Good, Nickolas hand me that folder." I unwrapped my arms from me sister to hand our teacher the folder and he began to fan Max who was starting to come to. "Someone turn that fan on." One of the girls that I had swooning for me, I think her name is Erin, turned the fan on adjusting it to blow air onto Max.
"Right in here." Looking to the door the assistant principal and two paramedics stood at the front of the room. "Can you all move the desks aside so they can get the stretcher through?" A few of the students nodded and started moving the desks aside.
"How old is she?" One of the paramedics asked taking her pulse.
"I'm 17." Max replied for herself.
"Let's get her on the stretcher." The two paramedics lifted her and she bit her lip as they did so.
"I'm going with them. Give me your keys." Ella said holding her hand out for my keys.
"You're not going. Not alone at least." I replied
"Well I'll get Ig- oh you were meaning you!" She exclaimed grabbing her stuff as I pulled her out of the classroom with my things in the other hand.
"Martinez! Where are you going?! Get back here! I'll tell Coach Hudnall to keep you out of the game on Friday!" Mr. Cooke yelled after my sister and I
"You do you Mr. Cooke!" I replied, "Text Igs and tell him where we're headed I'm sure he'd like to be there."
Hospital
When we got into the building we asked for Max's room and surprisingly got told where she was. Walking into the room I saw Iggy had somehow beat us here, and Max's hand was in a cast.
"What happened?! Are you okay?!" Ella asked running over to Max's beside and holding her not broken hand.
"I broke my hand and a couple of my ribs?" She answered in a question.
"How?" I asked
"I fell down the stairs this morning."
The door opened and her step-father walked in.
"What happened Max?" He asked eyeing all of us
"Well I guess I broke a couple ribs and my hand when I fell down the stairs this morning." She said her voice shook slightly.
"What about passing out in class?"
"Her iron in the red blood cell level is really low. Her body wasn't able to run on how low that level was, so she passed out. Has she been diagnosed with any blood disorders?" A doctor said walking in and standing at the end of the bed.
"No she hasn't. This hasn't been a problem before."
"Well, she has been now. I have diagnosed her with iron-deficiency anemia. I'm going to prescribe a medication that you will have to take daily. It will help keep your iron levels normal. Now, I'd like to speak to Max alone if I may." I held the door for everyone as they left but I noticed Jeb give Max one last glance before leaving.
MaxPOV
"Max, I want to talk about these." The doctor pushed my sleeve up and my scars stared up at me. "How long have you been doing this to yourself?" I shrugged causing him to sigh. "I think I'm going to run some more tests and send my findings to a therapist."
"What kind of tests?" I asked
"I believe you have depression and I would like to get you help for that."
"I don't have depression. I'm fine."
"Max, you aren't fine. You have been hurting yourself. The scars are everywhere."
"I'm fine! I don't need to go to some therapist and talk about my problems!"
"Okay, if that's how you feel I'll ask your step-father."
"Don't mention my scars… please…" The doctor looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I watched him turn and walk out of them room. I burst into tears immediately as the door shut.
Bam chapter complete!