YES! Okay, so my sister said it was okay if I used her computer, and so…Lea is back.
Stupid Duh Moment #1 For This Story: I said this is These Scars Are Lasting, not These Scars Aren't Leaving.
Bear with me (I need a new phrase. I say that too much.) Okay, work with me (same thing but it's new. I'll use it.) here, and let's pretend this whole time this story was called These Scars Aren't Leaving. Pretend. Be a kid again.
So, anyways, after being up till five and falling asleep and freaking out over a really creepy story, I woke up at the lovely hour of four thirty to find these reviews.
Sorry, I had some computer trouble for half an hour, otherwise the update would have been at… 5:30, on the dot.
God, I'm confusing you, aren't I?
Okay, let me respond to LE SEVEN REVIEWS THAT I WAS HAPPY ABOUT
Random child: Awwwwwww, thank you! Neither can I! Also in response to your later review, I did not notice 'fatness' instead of 'faxness.' And I usually feel like an idiot. :P But that made me crack up, so thank you for that after that horror story…Although, in a weird way, 'fatness' relates to the story too…*troll face, pick any one* fate.
Hello: Hello to you too! Thanks to you too! I also really like this story, I feel them good feels. I sound weird. Anyways, moving on.
alyssa the lucky bird girl: Love the username! I honestly wish I had wings. Thanks! I didn't think it was that good, but maybe better than some other things I've written, or co-written, *cough make me smile cough*
sadiekane: I love Sadie! She's my favorite character! If you meant tear as in crying, I actually kinda cried while writing this. I don't know why, I'm terrible at writing emotion…if you meant tear as in I shall tear your bones apart (Don't worry, I won't), um…okay…
loserslovereading: I agree with the username. :) Thanks! I feel like I keep saying thanks. Let me fix that. Gracias! Ignore the fact that the squiggly is not present. I hope you'll keep reading too! And reviewing, but if I was reading at 2 a.m., I would save everyone and not review.
lola: I don't know if this is considered hurrying…hm…I published it at…2 a.m., yesterday, it is..5:45 right now, p.m., 16 hours later…so…I don't know. At least it's not a week, right?
Long, long, long author's note. I'll try to make up for it by making the story long too.
"She should be up any minute, she just didn't have enough food in her body and the shock was probably getting to her," someone says. I think she's that doctor, Brigid something.
"Hi," I say, to let whoever she's talking to and her that I'm right here, and, of course, awake.
"Oh, great, you're awake! God, Max, you scared me. I don't even know why, but you just did." Lissa crushes me in one of her hugs. I gently push her off of me but give her a weak smile.
"Hey, is Max in here?" A pretty redheaded girl walks in. She looks a little bit older than me, and sort of like Brigid. Red hair, green eyes.
"Hey, Rachel!" Brigid throws her arms around the girl, who hugs her back. She pulls away and says, "Okay, which one of you is Max?"
I raise my hand. She turns to me. "Hi, I'm Rachel Dare, your social worker, I guess you could say. I really don't know how to put this any other way…so I'll jump right in. Since your father and sister are dead, we need somewhere for you to go. Your mother is the automatic go to, and she's more than willing to take you in. So, you can head there later today, unless you want to stay here for a while…" she trails off, biting her lip.
"No, it's fine, I can go now," I say, hating the way my voice is still kind of cracking from all of my crying. Weak, fat, ugly, what more can I have?
That was probably the shortest chapter ever, but it has, like, a partner chapter to go with it that is probably just as short.
So, don't worry, there's another one.
Sorry if you guys didn't like Rachel, I just couldn't resist!
Lea