Before I go any further: I'M SORRY I'M SUCH A LAZY AUTHOR! I have been having a lot of trouble with writers block and I just, I just... GARRRRRGH! Now that that's out of the way...
Disclaimer: I do not own the Maximum Ride series. I do not own the story idea (I say this all the time but: THANKS NADINE!) But I own my writing style? I own the words on this page? I don't know. I just don't know.
Chapter 7: Pain, annoyance, confusion, and more pain!
Max POV:
Ever since my little episode in the cafeteria my locker became the new canvas of the graffiti artists, my email the address for hate-mail, my back became the place to stick notes (seriously! Are you kidding me? Who does that!?) and almost every lunchtime I would mysteriously get sent about 20 different texts telling me to go cry to my daddy or stop being an attention hog. As it was I had already lost my Mom, Dad, best friend, and the ability to walk around my own house without getting punched in the gut. Life sucked.
I was just about to walk out the front door to go to class when someone stumbled down the stairs. That would be Jeb. I automatically threw my bag out the door, knowing that if I didn't he'd take it off me and I'd have to stay home and steal it back when he passed out. I really didn't want to have to do that.
He dragged his feet as he walked towards me. An evil, drunken look in his eye. He didn't even bother trying to find an excuse he just straight away kneed me in the gut. I hunched over and took the opportunity to curl in a ball on the floor. I said nothing as I did so. This position made it harder for him to bruise me anywhere visible. This was what I always did so he immediately turned to ki9cking my back. With every acing kick the breath was knocked out of me. I was on the edge of unconsciousness when he stopped, turned around, and went back upstairs. Wincing as I straightened my spine I walked out the door, grabbed my bag and made my way to the bus stop. Daddy's girl, huh? If only they knew.
Fang POV: (A/N: I know, I know, I'm awesome!)
Lissa and Brigid were currently arguing on who was able to cling to me today. Did they even realise I was there? Did I get a say in this? I guess not. Every now and then one of them would grab my arm and proclaim it theirs. They are so stupid. I don't even remember why I gave p my old life for this. I knew it was too late to try to go back to the Flock. None of them trusted me anymore. And Max freaking hates me! I guess it was my fault though.
Just as I was about to tell them to stop freaking fighting over me I saw Max come in through the door. Why did I have to say the door/ No she went through the wall. For goodness sake. For once she didn't look pissed, or have any form of sarcasm showing on her face. Her chocolatey brown eyes just looked blank. Her expression unreadable. I noticed that she was walking strange, as though she couldn't quite stand straight. One of her long sleeves was pushed up to the middle of her forearm. I knew immediately that it wasn't purposely pushed up. How did I know this? Well, Max wouldn't want the world to see how sliced up her arm was. She freaking cut! When did this start! Judging by the look of them – some, thing white lines, while others, blood-red scars – anywhere from the day her mom died to just last week! I noticed her turn the corner and head towards the girls bathroom. Was she going to do it now!
"FANGY! Are you even listening to us? Now it's settled that I get you today!" Lissa shrieked in my ear. I flinched back from the sound. "We never agreed on that!" Brigid screeched back. I flinched from her as well.
Max POV:
I turned the lock on the bathroom stall. No one else was in here. I pulled my scissors out of my bag. Finally I was alone. I lifted the blade to my wrist. It wasn't going to be easy. I needed to find space. I lifted my sleeve up all the way to my shoulder and started leaving thin trails of blood as I started slicing my way down to my wrist. Not even caring if I went over the cuts I made yesterday. The added sting and blood-flow helped distracting me from the hell that was my life. When I was done I wiped my arm with some toilet paper, which I then flushed away, pulled my sleeve down and but a huge baggy hoody on overtop in case I got blood on my shirt.
With that I left in search of my friends only to be left with no time and having to go to class. First up... Science.
Sorry it's so short! I'm still in a bit of a writers block. It's not my best work but I promise, in the next chapter something awesome will happen! You know, to outweigh how depressing this one is! I will update again when I have a total of 60 reviews. No less. That means if I don't get 12 reviews for the chapter I don't update. So until I do... Good-bye my fanfiction fans!
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