All cross Max's chest were red carvings, made by scissors or knives. Whenever Max got caught up in a memory for too long, he felt that the only way to get out of it was to carve it onto his body, which was kind of like accepting it by giving himself and others a physical reminder of what they said to him. On his left shoulder, in deep red slits read the word "fish", as Minnie and Ben had once said he looked like a fish. On his lower stomach read the words "ugly fuck", and on his right waist it said "so alone". Other than these words were just dozens of random slits up, down and across his body. Max's whole chest and stomach had been completely ruined with various cuts, and he knew that there was no way they would ever leave him…although he didn't plan on staying around much longer.
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He looked over at the clock and realised that he had been sitting at the computer, staring at Minnie's picture for almost half an hour. Shaking his head to himself, he clicked on the 'send message' icon, and began to type. The beer had finally gotten through to him, and made him less hesitant about his actions.
"Hey Minnie, I'm guessing that you're probably sick to death of hearing from me ahaha, but I need to talk to you about something. Things are really bad at the moment and I just need someone to talk to. Of course you don't have to come, but it would mean a lot to me. Anyway, whether you come or not, I'll be up at the church so come around 6:00pm. Hopefully I'll see you there :)
XXXX
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Max sat there with the mouse on 'send' for a while, considering if he should go ahead with what he was planning. He was taking a big risk here…but he was to depressed to go on without knowing. He had to ask her…