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It had been three hours since we had gotten to the hospital, and I am still crying. The tears just pour down my face, and I can't stop them. No matter how hard I try. I've gone through boxes and boxes of tissues, but no matter how many I use, I just can't stop the waterworks.
Angel hasn't woken up yet. She's still 'asleep' as the doctors put it. I learned that the little boy that pushed Angel down is named Mikey and his older sister is Lissa. What a coincidence.
The doctors questioned him for a while, and all through that time he apologized to me endlessly. I didn't really accept the apology, just let him speak.
Now I'm sitting by Angel, willing for her to wake up. For her eyes to open, for words to come out of her mouth. But it's not happening. No matter what I do, she won't come out of her slumber. The doctors told me that they're doing everything they can, but right now their main focus is to stop her from slipping into a coma. When I heard that I cried even harder.
They haven't seen her scars yet, the concealer is still on, luckily I put all over her arms and legs today, because she chose to wear short sleeves.
As I sat by her bed, I realized that there wasn't anything that I could do. I can beg with her all I want, that won't make her wake up. I can cry, scream, talk, anything really, that won't help her. But I can do something that will calm ME. I can sing.
I took a deep breath, sucking up the tears. I will be strong for my Angel. I have to be.
The strange part is Valencia and Jeb aren't here. Well, they wouldn't be here even if they knew Angel was hurt, but they haven't been contacted. Nobody has asked me about them, their names, numbers, jobs, anything. It's as if they don't want to step out of the darkness and help their own child. That's what really makes me sad. They won't come even when their child is on the brink of a coma. I don't have a shoulder to lean on, I don't have anybody to talk to, nobody is here when I really need it. Angel always was, but now she's the one in trouble.
I just cannot believe they wouldn't even try to act concerned like real parents. They are sick, awful, monsters. But I wouldn't tell anyone that.
These thoughts gave me an idea. I pushed Angel's dirty curls away from her face as I began to sing.
Unbreakable by Firelight
Where are the people that accused me?
The ones who beat me down and bruised me
They hide just out of sight
Can't face me in the light
They'll return but I'll be stronger
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can't see
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
Forget the fear it's just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
As I finished, there was applause at the back of the room. "You're really good," A doctor said, giving me a smirk. I shrugged and turned back to the important thing: Angel.
He didn't stop there, though. He walked towards me and touched my shoulder. I flinched away involuntarily, hissing at him. He put his arms up in a sign of surrender. "Chill out, I was just trying to tell you that you're really good. You should contact a talent agency or something."
I shrugged again and turned away. "Nah." His face turned into one of disbelief. "You have that much talent, and your plan is to waste it?" He asked, and his face morphed into something like disgust. "Ungrateful."
I couldn't help it. I snapped. "You think you know what I go through?" I hissed at him, and his back was against the wall. "You have no idea what it's like to be hungry every day, or scared about coming home. So don't you dare talk about me like that."
He nodded meekly, then scurried out of the room with Angel's report in his hand. As he ran I sat back into the chair, rubbing my head with frustration.
I can't do anything right. "What's wrong with me?" I shouted in frustration. I kicked the chair across the room, where it slammed into the wall. I then sat down next to Angel and whispered, "I'm so sorry Angel, I'm so sorry."
As I cried, there was a gentle knock on the door. I sat up, and a single, salty tear fell to the ground. As it fell, I promised myself, that I will never cry again.
I opened the door, and to my surprise, Valencia and Jeb were at the other side. They walked into the room, pushing me aside, and walked straight to Angel. They studied her for a second or two, then Jeb muttered, "She got what she deserved."
And for the second time that hour, I snapped.
"What did you say?" I asked, deadly quiet. "She got what she deserved," Jeb said, louder this time. "Honestly, I rather have you get hurt. You're a lot more annoying."
I couldn't take it any more. "Stop!" I screamed, my voice full of rage. "Just stop!" I took a step towards the demons. "What did we do to make you hate us so much? Why am I such a bad person?" With that I ran out of the room, down the hall, and out of the hospital.
I ran and ran and ran. For some reason, I ran straight past the house I live in, straight past the park, and to a little cafe.
I would've passed the cafe, too, but I saw a figure sitting there that I knew all too well. Fang.
I walked in, ready to apologize for everything I've done to him, but then I saw him lean across the table. Somebody was with him. I stayed outside, looking through the window. I wasn't very smart, there were storm clouds above me, threatening to pour down.
I watched as he leaned across the table. I walked in as he smiled at whoever was on the other side. I was just about to open my mouth when his lips connected with whoever was on the other side.
For some reason, that broke me. I now wanted to crawl into a ball and never move, never have to face anyone again. I don't want to deal with any of this anymore, the yelling, the hurt, the pain, the drama, Jeb, Valencia, Fang. The only people I can tolerate right now are probably Angel, Nudge, Iggy, and Gazzy.
I couldn't help it. A strangled sound came out of my mouth, and Fang turned around abruptly. I felt my cheeks heat up and turn pink, them I turned around and ran. Like I always do. It was raining now, actually pouring. I didn't care, I ran out into the downpour, not expecting anybody to follow.
I wasn't that lucky. I heard footsteps echoing behind me, and I turned my head for a moment to see who it was. Fang, again.
I gave him a glare before I turned and ran more. At this pace, he'd never catch me.
Then I stopped. I had hit a dead end. Why am I running? Then I turned to face my follower.
MAXIMUM RIDE
FANG POV
I was sitting in a diner, thinking. About what? You may ask.
I'm thinking about one thing: Max. Her hair, her eyes, her voice, the way she acted, the park, even her smell. Yes, I'm that obsessed that I've smelt her. Just when I caught her that one time.
As I sipped my coffee, somebody sat across from me, drawing me from my thoughts. It was Brigid. I smiled at her thoughtlessly, and she gave a flirtatious smile back. She began to talk, something about how she hated Lissa now. I honestly didn't care, she was obviously trying to impress me. I just nodded, not really paying attention to her. She's a little bit of an airhead.
Then she leaned across the table, her eyes focused on my lips. So I leaned in too, not wanting to hurt her feelings. When our lips connected, I felt nothing. But I did hear something. I sound that was something between a whimper and a sob came from behind me. I immediately turned, anything to get away from Brigid's dull kiss.
It was Max, the only person that I would care about if I hurt. She gave me this look of complete and total sadness, then turned and ran. Ran away from me for what, the third time now?
So I did the logical thing. I turned and followed her. She ran straight out of the shop, ignoring the rain pouring from the clouds. I hesitated for a second, then followed her, ignoring Brigid's protests. She came to the door to stop me, then noticed the rain. Her hands touched her make-up, then she decided it wasn't worth it.
I kept running, and Max must have heard me, because she turned and glared. Her concealer stuff was running down her face, and I noticed an ugly black eye.
She kept running, until she got to a dead end. I closed in, and she turned to face me, obviously terrified.
I stopped dead. Her sleeves had been pushed up, and all of the concealer had washed off her face. The sight before me was simply a girl, Maximum.
MAXIMUM RIDE
MAX POV
I ran and ran and ran, ignoring the concealer running down my face. As soon as I turned to face him, I realized my mistake. My sleeves had been pushed up, revealing the scars there, and the concealer was completely gone, and I had a split lip, a black eye, and a cut down my cheek.
I immediately pulled down my sleeves, and put my hands over my face. Fang just stared at me, something like realization written all over his face. I sat against the wall, and didn't even try to run, I'm done with running. He didn't say anything either, just sat next to me, rubbing circles softly in my back, and it didn't hurt, it was just comforting.
I let myself lean my head on his chest and we sat there. Unmoving. He didn't speak, and neither did I. There was no words to be said at the moment. Everything was right, there's no other word to explain it. Then I remembered something. Or more importantly, somebody. Angel.
I stood abruptly, and a look of confusion crossed Fang's face. I smiled slightly in his direction then said, "Angel is in the hospital. Every minute I spend here, I'm missing with her. I need to go."
Fang stood too. "I'll go with you. On the way you can explain why your ten year old sister is in the hospital."
So we walked, and I explained the bullies and Angel, and how she was pushed, and the whole coma thing. I had to take studying breaths throughout the whole thing to keep myself from bursting into tears. He put a comforting hand on my shoulder, and I resisted the urge to pull away. I let him keep it there and he said, "We'll find a way through this. Angel will always be there, don't you forget that."
The rest of the walk is silent. "Thank you," I said meaningfully, staring into his eyes. He nodded, and did the thing I expected the least: kissed my cheek. I gaped while he continued into the hospital.
When we reached room 44, I walked in and sat by Angel. She didn't move, but a doctor assured me she wasn't in a coma, and the steady beeps of the heart monitor assured me that she was still alive. That same doctor stared at me for ten minutes then told all of his doctor friends that I was dripping wet and had bruises all over my face.
I sat by Angel's bed for another twenty minutes before Fang got up, announcing that he had to leave. Right after he finished that sentence, the heart monitor did something terrifying.
It flat-lined.