Okay y'all right off the bat, I'm sorry for all the major ass time skips, but if y'all want Max to come back into play as an actual character, I have to do this! Yay for Max! Wooo! Or is it?
Some spelling errors are due to either a) because my emotional keyboard having one of those days (has em a lot) or b) I'm typing as fast as I can to help keep up with the flow of words in my head.
Sorry for being so late with this, I was working on it for a full three hours when my friend called in tears and had to go be a super hero and rescue her, then my dad took my computer for doing so.
Anyways on with the story! Have some happy holidays and feel free to give em to your friends and families as well!
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Time Skip (FPOV about 9 am)
I awoke to my phone buzzing, someone thrashing around, and a chatter of urgent voices.
"Someone hold her still! I need to get this damn needle in her arm 0 she chokes!" yells someone.
Then I remember, after visiting the river, I walked to the hospital and visited Max. I must have fallen asleep, now she's having another seizure. Holy shit.
I fell asleep holding Max's hand, but now I'm in the corner, one of the nurse's must have moved me to get to Max after her seizure started.
After what seemed like hours, which was probably only about a minute, she calmed down, and everyone helping her all sagged with relief.
The doctors said something that I didn't quite register, but then two nurses came to me and dragged me out of the room.
The last glimpse I saw of my Max, her laying in a bed, blankets everywhere, the room a mess, was the straw that broke the camels back.
Time Skip (FPOV a year after the crash)
In the past year, I've been through a lot, but also I went through my first year of college! I may have passed by the skin of my teeth, but I still passed!
The reason for my almost failure would probably be in part of me partying and drinking almost every weekend, then showing up to class with a massive hangover.
I had connections, and I think the professors I had had sympathy for me. Since I came into college about two weeks late due to 'medical reasons' the dean, a friend of Max's dad, showed me to every class for a week.
He told all of my professors, for both semesters, that I was having episodes of 'intense emotion stress' and for them to get him if they see me 'deteriorating' too much.
Oh, in the past year, no one has heard from Angel, at all. I never called that number she left me either, I mean, why should I? How could she have left after everything that was going on?
My dad and I made up too, mainly because I had to do something since I couldn't see Max. Mom was really happy we made up though, because for weeks I couldn't be within ten feet of him. That made dinner very aggravating for her.
Iggy was dating Ella, Max's just turned 18 year old sister, for about six months before some dumb ass took her away to California.
She was kind of rebellious towards everyone who loved her, and no one has heard from her in two months. The guy she's with right now, Ari, is 23, and very mean. He has a very short fuse, too.
She told her parents she was leaving and never coming back, but not very nicely, so they haven't been expecting her to call, just the police at three in the morning, telling them something happened to her.
Anyways, back to the present, I'm currently holding flowers, and a bag with Max's present in it, just a blanket to keep her warm since I'm not allowed to.
It takes me about five minutes to work up the courage to go in and face her parents, I haven't spoken to her parents since Ella left.
I push open the door, and it looks frozen in time. As if in the past year, nothing has changed, not the chair positions, not the TV angle, not even the bed.
Her parents are standing, blocking Max from my view, since they are huddled together. When I open the door, they slowly turn around.
"Hello, Fang, I love your new look." Valencia says,"really makes your eyes pop."
She's referring to how I'm wearing a ripped shirt, with a leather biker jacket, biker boots, ripped black jeans, and how I grew to have a slight beard.
"Hello, Dr. M, and thank you." I say nicely, "hello, Jeb, how have you been?"
"Fine, Fang, fine," he replies, with no emotions in his voice.
I put the flowers I brought on the night stand, and unwrapped the blanket.
"Oh, Fang, that's so pretty," claims Dr. M, she's referring to the black and pink stripes on it.
"Thanks," I say softly, and move to put it over Max, "excuse me," trying to get through them, since I still have yet to see Max. They kept blocking her from my vision.
They move slowly out of the way, and I get my first glance at Max in about eleven months! But then disappointment washes over me.
I expected Max to still be tanned, and her borderline-average skinniness. What I saw was computer paper pale, skin and bones Max.
I gasped, and tears came to my eyes, that's the first time since I started college. Valencia comes over when she sees my pain, and comes over and gives me a big bear hug.
"It's okay," she whispers over and over to me.
Time Skip (FPOV a year later, so two years after the crash!)
Okay, so, last time at the hospital didn't go so well, but this time it'll be better!
This year I finished my second year of college, I had a lot better grades. They are probably due to my lack of drinking though.
I decided I didn't want to party so hard this year, but did get into drugs. I smoked weed to help get me to sleep at night, since I was having troubles with doing so.
We won our court case also! The company paid Max's parents about 20.9 million dollars, and I got 16.7 million dollars.
I've invested my money very wisely, and no one has even asked for a penny of it. Aside from gold diggers at college, but they haven't gotten past their first name before I shoot them down.
So, no one has heard from Angel, but I feel I know what happened to her. I called that number she gave me, and it went to a talent agency there.
I asked about her, and told them what happened to her. They said that they saw her, and she had so much talent with singing, they are in the process of making her a star.
My little runaway sister, a star. When I told mom and dad, they got so excited that they knew where she was that mom literally screamed so loud that she caused almost the whole neighborhood to come see what happened.
Remember Ella, Max's sister who ran away with that douche? She came back about a month ago. She showed up at my dorm, the day before I moved out.
I was walking down the hall when she stepped off the elevator, it took me a minute to recognize who it was.
She was bruised all over her body, her arm in a cast. "Fang, I screwed up," was the first thing she said, then she burst into tears.
We were standing in the hallway, me hugging her the best I could without hurting her arm, and her burying her head in my shoulder, for an hour.
All the guys in my dorm would comment, "jeez man, put her in her place much?" and I'd just glare and growl at them. The comments made her cry even more.
After getting her back into my room, I ask, "who did this to you, Ella? And why did they?" But I already knew the answer to the first question.
"Ari found. Out I'm. Pregnant. And got upset. He said he. Couldn't have. Kids. He wouldn't. Stop kicking me," She gulps out. I slowly lifted up her shirt, exposing a noticeable baby bump, and ugly yellow and black bruises.
After talking to her for a couple more minutes, I had walked her back to an ice cream shop she insisted on taking me to. When I got there, my heart dropped.
There was this little toddler, probably not even two years old, sitting with some girl, he looked exactly like a mini-Iggy.
"Surprise. He's your nephew, his name is Eli." She said, barely a whisper.
Being in the present now, Iggy and Ella are together, she's getting a divorce from Ari, he's in jail, though.
It turns out Iggy knew where she was because she contacted him over the Internet. Then he went to see her, telling us he went to get supplies for his job back in December.
But really, he just went to Vegas, found her, then got her pregnant... Again. But had no knowledge of his son, so he didn't know the again part.
I'm in the same position as last year, holding flowers, and a gift. This time it's a stuffed bear, I made it myself... Well Nudge made it off of my drawings.
I push open the door and see Max's parents sitting in chairs, facing the door, but watching their daughter.
"Hello, Jeb, and Dr. M," I say. "Is Ella here?"
"She's getting a drink," says Val.
"How is she doing?" I ask, replacing my dead flowers from a year ago.
"Fine, the doctors still don't know when she'll be awake, but they said she's doing a lot better," said Jeb. I placed the teddy bear under the blanket she's tucked in. It's the one I gave her last year.
I stayed with Max until the doctor kicked me out, which was only an hour.
Time Skip! (FPOV one year later, so three years after the crash!)
Nothing has happened much this year, aside from new pop group sensation thingy, "Angels' Wrath," any guess as to one of the five members is? No, not Nudge, nor Iggy, but Angel.
At least, that's what I'm assuming, considering no one has ever seen the actual faces of anyone in the group. They always have something covering their faces.
In one music video, all of them had on animal suits, in another they were wearing big, floppy, hats. The closest anyone has ever come to seeing their faces was in a concert when a fan ripped off the lead singers dog mask.
All you got to see was a head full of blonde curls. That is the reason I think Angel is in the group, one the name, two the curls.
Finally three, some of their songs, 'Runaway Angel,' 'The Forgotten Girl,' and a really sad one that is just the lead singer with nothing besides her voice, 'In Four Years.'
That song is about how a girl left her family for a better life, on her way a tragedy happened, but everything will be better in four years. It's a really sad song.
Nudge has a boyfriend now,
Iggy and Ella now have a two and a half year old son, Eli, and a beautiful eight month old daughter, Clare.
She looks exactly like Ella, and nothing like Iggy. I guess it's fair since Eli looks like Iggy's clone, and not one thing in that kid is like Ella.
In present time, when I go into Max's room, no one is in there like usual. It's weird, but hey whatever, I start changing her flowers, then put a new stuffed turtle, again Nudge made from my designs.
After about ten minutes of me stroking Max's hand and talking to her softly, her parents walk into the room. "Hey Val! Hey Jeb!" I say very cheerfully.
Dr. M walks over towards me, very roughly yanks my hand away from Max's and says, "Fang, you need to move on! She's not gonna wake up anytime soon!" Is she really doing this... Now?
"You need to seriously get a life. I'm tired of you doing nothing in your life. Seriously move the fuck on!" She says, her face twisted with frustration.
"Huh? I do have a life! Why are you so upset with me?" I have no idea what she's talking about, but she seriously is about to break my fucking arm. "Let go of me!"
"Really? Am I hurting you? Huh, funny, seeing as you fucking hurt MY daughter! You wanted to drive, you couldn't let her do it!" She told me she didn't want to drive though!
"You had to take her to that stupid graduation party. You should've been the one in her spot, not the other way around!"
After she says that, she seems to register what she said, her eyes got wide. Jeb who had been trying to make her let go to whole time just froze.
"Oh," is all I say before I turn to Max, and see this poor, fragile girl.
Time seemed to slow down, after about a minute of me looking at her, I realize I'm crying, and said, "I put you here, and I'm so sorry."
As I turn away in shame, I say, "I love you, and always will."
I hear Dr. M following me, saying she's sorry, but how can you be sorry when the works you speak are true?
I shouldn't have been driving, she should've, but when we got to the car, she told me I could. So in a way, she would be in my position right now, and me in hers.
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