Quick update: My older brother is in the United States Army and is currently in basic training, and was supposed to graduate Thursday, but didn't pass his PT, which is basically seeing how many pushups, sit-ups, etcetera he can do, and he didn't pass by two sit-ups.
So, we're all sad because he might not be able to come home for Christmas, but then we learned, unless we're told otherwise, he has a second chance to graduate…so yay!
Anyways, that's just what's going on with me.
To get this straight—The story tidbits at the beginning in italics are like a different character's POV. Only I know who it is. Then, after that, it'll almost always be Iggy or Fang. Okay?
Thanks for the reviews and Merry Christmas! And, just do you guys know, this is not going to be a depressing chapter. Fang's feeling much better. : )
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I pressed my forehead to the wall and sighed. This felt...right. It was home.
I heard a small thump from right in front of my head, on the other side of the wall. I froze, holding my breath. I'd forgotten that other people were currently living here.
A single tear slipped down my cheek.
I caught it on my finger and stared at it as it shimmered in the moonlight.
Why was I crying? This was just a place to stay for a little while. I had watched the windows to this room for days on end, and nobody ever came in this room. And when I'd tried the door when the family was gone, it had been locked, from the inside.
So, they didn't come in, and kept it locked, thus making it unused.
I walked over to the window and tripped over something, making a huge racket.
I cursed under my breath. Now they definitely knew I was here. I started to climb out the window when a familiar voice stopped me. I didn't know who the voice belonged to, but I knew it somehow.
"Hello?" he said, outside of the door.
I didn't answer and hurried to leave.
I wasn't ever going back there again.
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-Fang POV-
Cutting myself. What a stupid and irresponsible idea. It had been two weeks, and my arms were completely better, but Dr. M kept me home from school just in case.
Iggy ranted and raved about some hot new girl at school he couldn't see and told me I should actually start coming to school again. I usually rolled my eyes and told him I'd never have a crush again, and then he'd roll his eyes and tell me to shut up.
It was a never ending cycle.
"Feeling better, Fang?" Ella asked, no doubt on a secret mission to check on me for Dr. M.
"Your words have a double meaning. And to both, yes, I do. I think…It helped me in some weird way." I said, speaking more than ever had recently.
"Ah. Then get up. Time for school. Mom's driving us, cause I told her you'd been ditching." I threw a pillow at her, smacking her in the face.
She just giggled and skipped off.
I got up, got dressed, and dusted off my much mistreated school supplies.
I was so surprised at my own lack of depression, I ran into the door on the way out of my room.
I promptly began laughing hysterically at myself, making everyone rush up the stairs to see what was going on. They stopped dead, surprised to see me rolling on the floor, clutching my stomach.
"Uh…Fang?" Iggy managed to say.
"I…ran…into…the…door!" I said between gasps of laughter.
Iggy started to laugh with me and soon every joined in.
"Glad you're feeling better. But we should go before we're late." Dr. M said, grinning.
I was glad, too. Sure, I was still broken inside, I always would be, but hurting myself had shown me a new light to things.
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At school, Nudge made no hesitation pointing out the new girl, Sarah, to me.
They'd been right; she did have Max's eyes. Or, at least, something close to them. The sight sent painful twangs through me.
The day was boring. Extremely boring.
As a matter of fact, I'd would rather have been all depressed and skipping than at school. I let Iggy explain everything to all of the teachers, just because he was a fantastic liar.
That day passed uneventful, as did the next two weeks.
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The day Iggy brought Sarah home was the day that changed everything. I had stayed home that day, mostly because I'd wanted to, and I looked up from the couch, completely surprised to see Iggy and Sarah giggling together, hair windblown. And it wasn't windy outside.
"Uh…Iggy? Did you guys play with a hairdryer?" I asked slowly.
"Nope." He said, popping the p.
"Then…what?" I asked, hoping he hadn't done what I thought he'd done.
"I took her for a fly."
I jumped up with amazing speed and hit him right in the nose, hard.
"Ow! What the hell, Fang?" he said, lunging at me.
He caught me in the stomach, and I used his momentum to knock him off his feet.
"Why the hell would you do something so stupid? You told her?" I yelled down at him.
"Yeah, we can trust her!" he shouted back, holding his nose.
"How do you know that?" I asked, making another move to hit him.
"Guys! GUYS!" Sarah screamed.
We both stopped and looked at her.
"Okay, he might've made a stupid mistake, yeah, but you can trust me. I swear, I would never tell anyone. You guys seem pretty fly." She paused, and then giggled. "No pun intended."
And that's what happened.
We learned to trust Sarah, and she became one of us. And that was where we were wrong.
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DUNDUN DUN! Cliffy! Oh well. I'll be getting a new laptop for Christmas, so I promise updates will be faster after that!
R&R ness ness ness?