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Chapter 2
(Max POV)
I'm falling.
I don't know where to. I don't know where from, but all I know is I'm falling. That feeling of nothingness, of my stomach dropping as I freefall to…somewhere, is how I know for sure.
All around me is blackness and I can't stop saying your name. Over and over I keep screaming it, like you'll somehow hear it and come save me. From what? I don't know.
Then your face appears overhead, like it's being formed in the clouds. You're smiling down at me as I fall. It's not your adorable, crooked little smile that makes my heart flutter though. It's like the sick, twisted smile Mason used to smile at me so many times. The one he would smile before he attacked me. It's like it was saying he knew he'd won before he even did.
That smile doesn't look right on your face. It's not supposed to be there. You're supposed to look concerned or worried, not have that sneer plastered onto your face.
You open your mouth and say, "Goodbye Max." Then you are whisked away like smoke in the wind, and I'm left screaming the rest of the way down to nowhere….
"Faang!" I cried as I jolted up from my terrifying nightmare.
The same one every night that leaves me waking up sweaty, shaky, and my eyes filled to the brim with tears.
Asher bursts into my room, his eyes wild. He's only in his dark gray, plaid, pajama pants and his hair is sticking up in every direction. He takes one look at me and I'm soon consumed in his comforting embrace.
"Shh," He whispers as he strokes my hair while I cry, "Shh, it's just a dream Max, none of it is real."
"It might as well be." I mumble into his chest with my eyes wide open for fear if I close them I will see Fang's twisted grin.
"Same one, huh?"
I just nodded and wrapped my arms tighter around Asher's torso.
Ever since Fang left Asher has been my replacement rock. I talk to him about everything, run new songs by him, let him hold me on nights like this, everything. I don't know what I'm going to do when he has to go back college in a few days.
He had come down for thanksgiving break last week and I've been stuck to him like glue ever since. When he's away at college all I can do is call him.
"It'll be okay Max." he promised, leaning away from me so he could wipe away my tears, "He'll realize what he's done and come back…even though I'll probably kill him." He muttered the last part under his breath but I still heard him clear enough.
"He played me Ash," I moved away from my brother and leaned back against the headboard of my bed, sitting across from him, "I thought he loved me." A tear slowly made its way down my cheek.
Asher sighed and shook his head, "He did love you Max. He still does. He's just confused."
I scoffed, suddenly angered by Asher defending Fang, "How would you know Ash? You haven't talked or seen him since he ditched me."
"You mean since you let him go?"
The comment was acted on impulse and Asher's green eyes turned soft as soon as the words left his mouth.
He was right though. I did let him go. I just thought he would come back like he said he would.
I sighed and ran a hand through my tangled hair.
"I'm going to go back to sleep. You okay?" He patted my knee and gave me a tiny sympathetic smile.
He would stay up if I wanted him to, but judging by the circles under his eyes he would probably pass out soon.
I nodded, "Go back to sleep."
He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, "Night, Maxie."
I rolled my eyes at the silly nickname, "Night."
After he left I got out of bed and walked to my music room.
During the time Fang was gone, I had somehow found the courage to move back into my old house. I changed a lot in it, but still left some the same.
I left my dad's room the same, but added everything that was my mom's to it. I guess it was my way of keeping my mind at peace. It reminded me of when my dad, mom, and I were one big happy family. I changed all of the living-room, kitchen, and upstairs. Those had bad memories and I thought if I could change the way they looked they could help keep the memories away. It worked a little, but every now and then I still have flash backs from when my dad beat me.
I basically changed everything but my parent's room. That was the one place that felt like the old, old me, when I had had that cookie-cutter home, and perfect little family.
My music room was upstairs and used to be a guest bedroom, but now, it was a completely soundproof room filled with every instrument imaginable. (I had sold a lot of my dad's old things, and the company he had worked for ((that had also disappeared))started, for some reason, mailing me checks.) It also had a little recording booth in the corner of the room.
I snagged one of the many guitars hanging the wall and went to sit on the ground next to the couch placed along the wall. I leaned against the couch, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, letting my thoughts and emotions fill me up.
I opened my eyes and then finally placed my fingers on the frets of the guitar and pulled out the pick tied onto the guitar strap.
Then I began to play.
(A/N: Why They Call it Falling by Lee Ann Womack. Such a pretty/sad song.)
It's like jumping
It's like leaping
It's like walking on the ceiling
It's like floating
It's like flying thought the air
I remember that feeling I felt whenever I was with Fang. That feeling of never having to worry. Like you were floating on cloud nine.
It's like soaring
It's like gliding
It's a rocket ship you're riding
It's a feeling that can take you anywhere
It really truly is…
So why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
I don't know
I had absolutely no clue. I smiled slightly as I sang the next few lines, remembering all of the good times we had.
There was passion
There was laughter
The first morning after
Not that we did that…Thank God we didn't. It probably wouldn't have even mattered to him now…
I just couldn't get my feet to touch the ground
Every time we were together
We talked about forever
I was certain it was Heaven we had found
I thought that he was everything to me. He slightly still is everything.
So why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
I don't know
I frowned down at the ground and felt tears start to build up in my eyes again as I started to sing louder.
But you can't live your life
Walking in the clouds
Sooner or later
You have to come down
I let my voice fade into a whisper as I ended the last word, and then the tears started to fall when I sang again. Hearing the lyrics and knowing how it feels to be broken, just makes the song even more painful, because it's true.
It's like a knife
Through the heart
When it all comes apart
It's like someone takes a pin to your balloon
I could feel that familiar feeling of the sobs starting to come, but I tried to stay strong enough to finish the song. I had to finish it.
It's a hole
It's a cave
It's kind of like a grave
When he tells you
That he's found somebody knew
He found that band. He chose them over me and left, leaving me to fall to pieces.
So why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
Now I know
Oh, why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
I paused and took a deep, deep shuddering breath before singing the last line.
Now I know.
The end. :)
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