Disclaimer: I don't own any songs mentioned or Maximum Ride. Goodbye.
#TriggerWarning
FangPOV
"Do you know how to play Sunrise by Our Last Night?" Max asked me and I nodded starting to strum.
Sunrise by Our Last Night
Full of despair inside a darkness
Self conscious and scared, held prisoner of war
Running out of air, buried in a sadness
Want a way out of this paralyzing world
And the sound of the cries when a family's loved one dies
It echoes through a vacant room where a young soul still resides
When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows
what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole
You can make it to the sunrise.
(Woah. Woah. Woah)
You can make it to the sunrise.
(Woah. Woah. Woah.)
Searching for a way to escape the madness
A dire need for change as we fight for better days
The hurt and the pain cut deep like a razor blade
Holding in a cry for love, abandoned and afraid
When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows
what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole
You can make it to the sunrise
(Woah. Woah. Woah)
You can make it to the sunrise
(Woah. Woah. Woah.)
I won't go to my grave until a difference is made
I won't go to my grave until a difference is made
(Until a difference is made)
When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows
what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole
You can make it to the sunrise
(Woah. Woah. Woah)
You can make it to the sunrise
(Woah. Woah. Woah.)
I won't go to my grave until a difference is made
(Until a difference is made)
Until a difference is made
(From time to time, there arise among human beings,
people, who seem to exude love, as naturally as the sun gives out heat.)
I sat my guitar down and looked at Max. She stared right back at me.
"What ever happened to us, our friendship? You were my sister…"
"You started using girls. I can't stand the people who do that. That's why I quit being friends with you. I didn't want to, but I don't like people who use others." Max responded
"I didn't mean to. It just kind of happened." Max stood up and started pacing in the room.
I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and took out the paint and brush I had in my coat pocket. I threw the lid on the ground leaving paint splotches in its trail as it rolled across the floor. I dipped the brush in the paint and started to paint on the wall that was filled with past paintings. Max watched as I started to form the letters.
See I didn't actually start using girls for sex until I was a sophomore or age 15 if you're trying to age calculate there. That's the year Ari died. That's when I started spiraling out of control with girls. I had kept girlfriends for at least 7 months at a time, only having sex with a few of them but then Ari died and I broke. I slept with any girl that came after me.
MaxPOV
Fang finished painting the wall and I read what it said. 'Why did you have to take our family?!' I knew what he meant. He meant Ari and my mom. I broke, once again and started down the ladder, tears starting to fall down my face.
I got back to house before Fang did and I went into the Martinez's music room. I sat down at the piano and started playing Brother by Falling in Reverse
Brother by Falling in Reverse
Brother, why'd you have to go?
You left us all so soon.
Remember that song I wrote about your family years ago?
Well, they're all waiting for you to come home.
What do I do?
What do I say?
And Dad tells me to pray.
So I prayed and prayed but the hurt won't go away.
The pain gets worse, it never stops,
And I've asked the Lord for us to swap.
I beg and plead, 'cause you have kids to feed.
Why is it always stormy weather?
And brother,
Tell me if it all gets better.
Why did you leave?
Why did you die?
You finally made your brother cry.
I know you're watching over us tonight,
And I hope you're watching over us tonight.
I'm sorry I missed your call.
I wasn't there for you at all.
And know, I've thought it through,
Maybe if I answered you
That you would still be here all along.
Now, no more calls.
Can't you see,
I took for granted family.
And once they're gone, you'll never get that back.
No more laughs,
No more hugs,
So hold on to the ones you love.
Your soul is free,
I love you, Anthony.
And why is it always stormy weather?
And brother,
Tell me when does it get better?
Why did you leave?
Why did you die?
You finally made your brother cry.
I know you're watching over from above,
So hold on to the ones you love.
By the time I finished the song, Fang had made it home and was standing in the doorway looking at my crying mess of a face.
"A picture lasts longer..." I choked out. Fang sighed and came over to me and wrapped his arms around me holding me to his chest. I cried into his shirt holding it tightly in fists. Occasionally asking 'why?' and hitting his chest.
After I quit crying and was just trying to calm my breathing down, Fang saw the fresh bruise forming on my swollen wrist. He touched it lightly and started walking away from me. He left the room leaving me alone. I knew he wasn't coming back so I headed to across the hall into the bathroom. I locked the door and sat on the floor next to the tub with my pocket knife in hand. I sat completely still other than my hands which were turning the knife over in them.
I knew what I had to do. It'd make me feel better... I switched the knife open, staring at the blade.
"Stop stalling" I told myself. With that I brought the blade across my bruising wrist. I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering in pain as I made the first cut. Then the second, third, fourth, and fifth.
"Max? Are you in there? Of course you are the others aren't here. Open the door now." Fang tried the doorknob but it only twisted a little.
I snapped the blade closed and shoved it in my pocket. Pulling my sleeves down over my wounds I opened the door.
"What? What do you want?!" I yelled
"I went to get a wrap and brace for your wrist. I think it's only sprained but my mom will have to check it when she gets home." He looked down at my wrist that had the bruise and now the cuts. His brows rose at me and I looked down to where he had been staring.
There on my hand, the blood had run down my arm and was now dripping off my fist. I gave a nervous smile and laugh before I was quickly moved to the tub again but this time sitting on the edge of it. Fang grabbed gauze and tape from the first aid kit and started wrapping my arm tightly. I let out a soft whimper and he looked up at me with a glare, but hidden in that glare was a hint of worry and care. Next he put the brace on my arm and started wrapping the ace wrap around it.
"Done." Fang stood up and washed his hands off of the small amount of blood that was on them.
He took my hand and we started walking towards the basement stairs. Once we got to them we started to descend them before Fang stopped and turned around. He pushed me back up the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Sit." He ordered pointing to one of the bar stools. I did as I was told as he worked around the kitchen cooking something. "Here." He handed me the plate that hand scrambled eggs, bacon, toast (with peanut butter and grape jelly -my favorite), and pancakes on it.
He took ahold on my arm and brought me back to the basement staircase. I went down first and sat on one of the couches. Fang sat his plate of food down which was similar to mine except it had more food and no peanut butter on his toast. He went to the wall of movies and TV shows, picking something out and putting it in the player, turning the projector on.
"Eat." He gestured with his fork to my food as he sat next to me and ate his.
I took small bites of it as the title screen to the movie showed.
FangPOV
I honestly don't know what to say to her now. I mean, I knew she had cut herself before but didn't know she was still doing it.
She had finished her food by the time she passed out on the couch. Her head rested in my lap and I stroked her hair.
"Fang?! Max?!" I stopped stroking her hair and carefully slid off the couch not waking her.
I walked up the basement steps and found my sister.
"You yelled?" I smirked at her
"Where's Max?" She asked
"Downstairs, passed out on the couch."
"Oh, okay. Um, do you think you could put her in her bed?" I nodded and headed back downstairs. I picked her up and carried her up the first flight of stairs. "I'm on watch. Go to bed sis." I kissed her forehead and started up the second staircase. "Hey Ells?" I whisper yelled
"I got it." She said coming out from behind me opening the door to Max's bedroom. "You go out in the hall and I'll put her PJ's on her. She'll sleep better that way." I didn't question her logic and laid Max on her bed.
"I'm gonna go get my guitar, can you watch her for like half an hour to an hour?" I asked my sister
"I don't know. The schedule says I'm not in charge of watching her." She smiled at me
"Please? I've left my guitar there for the past week and it's supposed to storm tonight."
"Go get your baby."
"Thank you."
With that I ran down the stairs and out to my truck.