Dear journal of mine,
I've missed writing in you so much! You don't know just how excited I am to feel you in my hands even though, I just wrote in you last night. XD
That reminds me, I should really thank auntie Joyce for picking you up at my house. Chloe too, she is the only other soul that knows your hidey hole after all!
it was wonderful to spend time with them again! Seriously tho, two visits in one week? Not that I don't appreciate the gesture but, I am concerned with how tight the Price family's budget is becoming! Especially after William's dea…- passing…-.
I'm glad; Joyce seems to be coping well. I know it must've been a painful experience for her but, she'll pull through, she always does! Chloe on the other hand, not so much… :'(
I don't know what's gotten into her lately; she's not herself anymore! That blazing-with-determination sparkle in her eyes, that goofy smile of mischief that never dies and the never-ending stream of mildly offending jokes have all vanquished. Puff! Gone! As if they were never there to begin with!
And the worst part is, she's blaming herself for everything! The guilt tripping makes it so much worse on so many levels. She wasn't even angry at for moving away! She just kept apologizing for incident as if it was her fault! I mean, I'm supposed to be the insecure one Chloe, not you! Damn it Chloe, get your prices right!
geez…- I can literally imagine her shaking her head at my awful joke saying: really? Are you cereal!? price jokes?
hehehe at least, that's what the old Chloe would've done...
I just hope with time, she can get pass all this. She is my best friend, has been ever since I was able to form words and if there is one thing I don't want to lose, it's our friendship.
*insert very long groan here*
gawhhh dad why did you have to go and find a job in this stupid hellhole :-
don't get me wrong. I do enjoy the perks that come with the job. I'm finally getting my very own polaroid camera, well I was about to but...- ok, apart from that I can go to one the best schools in the city and…
Max stared blankly at what she had just wrote, before scratching it off with her pen.
ok, apart from that I can go to one the best schools in the city and…
but it doesn't even matter, does it? Heh even if it's the best school in the whole world it just wouldn't be the same without her. Three weeks since I moved to this new dump of a school and up to this point, I haven't _ voluntarily_ talked to anybody yet! A boy and a girl tried to invite me to hang out with them once but that doesn't count because, Instead of accepting their invite like any normal teenager would do, I simply neglected the offer with the ' my mom will freak if I'm not home in like 10 minutes!' excuse.
way to go Caulfield! how not to find friends 101 :/
OK enough lingering in the past and hating on my miserable self. Time to bring you up to date.
so yeah, I got another delivery of flowers this morning_ not the one Joyce and Chloe brought me_ but, no card…- odd. no name either! when I asked Susan who was it from, she simply shrugged saying it was dropped off at the reception with my name on it. Huhh… make you wonder doesn't it? I mean, it could be someone from my new school but then again I haven't made any friends yet and the teachers just wouldn't bother with that kind of stuff, would they?
Well, I've put them on my tiny table for the moment but, I plan on asking someone to plant them in the garden if they can. After getting Lisa _ my one and only baby plant who is now getting wonderful bay sunshine at the Price residence_ I can't stand seeing flowers wither away! I just can't x_x
Anyways… other than that, everything else's been pretty routine. I switched rooms for one that actually has windows _my flowers need sun-food!_ and been trying just to survive ever since.
P.S: I hate hospital food! So does Rauka apparently.
the occasional chit-chats with Susan and her sister Nicole _I so called them being identical twins beforehand and I was right! ha! Me is smart (^_^)_ help get me through the day without being bored to death.
then there is Rauka,
I don't know what to do with that girl! being the energetic bread she is, she's doesn't take a liking to being stuck in a cramped room with next to no place to run around. How bad could she get, you ask? well I'm sure the dozens of chewed-trough blankets we had to replace during a single week say enough for themselves.
wowsers…if it hadn't been for Susan offering to take her for short walks in the middle of her breaks, I'm not sure if I would still be able to write in you. Seeing how she's struggling with her popping tooth itches, you would've been long gone at the top of her list of favorite things to chew.
Max stopped writing for a moment to prevent Rauka from chewing on the curtains before picking up her pencil again.
BTY, writing with one hand and not being able to hold you still with the other, is really testing my patience! My apologies for enduring my crappy scribbles.
I've still haven't recovered some, well most of my memories, yet? look, i know it's 'natural' and all the doctors say so too, in fact, they've said it so many times, I swear they're beginning to sound like a broken record or something.
I think they're going to let me visit mom and dad pretty soon-ish, yeahhh about that… I wasn't the only one caught in that accident. Apparently, all fours of us along with a drunk guy were involved. I haven't been told about the details, but It seems the truck driver held the guilty end of the rope and… and mom condition is pretty serious :( b-but she'll pull through, right? SHE HAS TO!
the Brunette sniffed a few times before using a tissue to wipe away the few tears which had escaped her blue eyes.
dad's in much better condition*sniff sniff* compared to mom's. he only broke an arm and a few stiches on his forehead from what I've been told. So it's good I guess?
urgh! I wish none of this ever happened to begin with.
Susan says the driver was so drunk that he lost the control of his truck and smashed into ours. there were no cameras on the road so we don't know fershur but… you know what i don't really give a Fuck! I just wished it never happened and I know I'm beginning sound like a broken record as well but can you really blame for wanting to take all of this back? Why is the world so cruel?
Max rolled her eyes at particularly nothing, sighing.
sorry didn't mean to swear. slip of a tongue I guess, Ohh shoot! It's almost 2 o'clock. I gotta go, but I'll write some more lines for ya.
laterz my favorite secret keeper!
Max closed her journal. Placing it firmly under her assigned bed's mattress.
a temporary hidey heaven so you don't end up in Rauka's belly my precious.
Calling the hyped husky to her side, Max slowly stands up on her wobbling legs, using Rauka as leverage.
Despite all her efforts, she lost her balance the moment her hand left Rauka's fur. A rather loud scream companied her drop. Luckily, Rauka managed to nudge her back onto the bed before she face-planted into the not-so-clean hospital tiles.
You always have my back, don't you buddy.
Max gently scratches behind Rauka's ear and she affectionately purrs into her hand whilst the door of her room busts opens, reviling a panicked Nicole.
"O.M.G, oh my gosh, are you ok Max? did you fall? Should I go like get a doctor or my sister? I was walking across the hallway to check on some other patient but then I heard a scream from your room? is it your head? Arm? did you cut yourself? Are you bleeding? Can you understand what I'm saying? Talk to me Max Caulfield!"
Wowsers, guess Susan isn't the only mother-like figure in the family.
Also…
Did she just say all those words left her throat in what, 2 seconds? I didn't get any of it!
"how do you talk so fast Nicole?" the words come out before she can stop them. a flush spread across her freckled face. "sorry I didn't…-"
"pfffft, chillax Max, I swear to dog I get that question so many times a day it'd be abnormal if I didn't. in fact, I was wondering when you were finally going to ask." she replied, waving her hand dismissively. "honestly, I don't know." Her expression sterns for a second before being overtaken by a huge grin. "I'm gifted with a rapper's lips I guess." She held the back of hand to her face, giggling like a little girl.
Max rolled her eyes at joke, but joined in the laugh.
"So you're ok, right?" Nicole asked with a nurse-like undertone. It was funny how quickly both sisters could change from friendly chill and emotional twins to…, complete pair of professionals nurses who took their jobs seriously, it was kind of ironic actually.
"Yes, I'm just fine, all thanks to this guy." Max replied, pointing to Rauka who was cleaning her fur, completely oblivious to their conversation. Just for assurance though, she gave her a few tip-toe steps; this time, being extra-careful not to misstep. Surpassingly hey legs stayed true to her throughout her little demonstration.
Nicole eyed her for a few seconds. prolly trying to tell if she was really okay, But in the end she gave in "alright, you got me dog girl." She raised her hands in defeat. "That reminds me, aren't you supposed to be somewhere young lady? I don't like my patients lollygagging " She said in Viking accent, crossing her arms around her midriff trying to look… tough.
Max couldn't help but laugh at the old Skyrim joke.
" I won't, s'long as ye don't shoot en arrow to mee knee." Max shot back earning an honest laugh from her in return.
*POV change! (sorry forgot how to add a black line in Word.)*
Nicole wanted to mess around with the small girl a little bit more. After all, it wasn't everyday she could talk to
a patient and not get asked to leave the room immediately.
Max wasn't like other patients! She was kind of this cool-but-awkwardly-shy-at-the-same-time type of girl who would listen to her for hours upon hours and wouldn't say a word! She knew Max was shy and all, but some part of her believed, wanted to believe, she was invested in her gibberish, that she actually listened. unlike some so-called-friends who pretended to care, she did. A wide grin covered her face as she realized the burette was slowly but surely becoming one of her best friends! a real one at top of that!
a loud beep pulled Nicole out of her train of thought. Looking down on the white screen of her pager, she shrugged deciding to give Max an easy pass. but not before giving the chestnut girl a few more warnings on being careful. Then, she made her way to another patient who needed her upmost attention AKA Nathan Prescott.
she knew well enough from all the gossip going around the hospital, to keep her big mouth shut around him. After all his father, Sean Prescott was a big-time multi-millionaire that could literally kick her from her job with a flick of his thumb. Heck he could even close the whole hospital with his near-infinite fortune if he wanted to! Or even turn into a pizza place.
furthermore, they were the type of family that would do such a thing_ closing the hospital, not the pizza thing_ so it really didn't surprise her when she found out, she of all people was the one assigned to this kid.
yep the universe does have a tendency to make my life miserable. humph as if it already isn't!
The talkative girl plonked her hands into the warmth of her coat's pockets as she traveled down familiar hallways of her workplace.
she passed along Max's mom room.
what was her name again?! Violet? no… veni something. gawh! What was it?... aha! Vanessa!
she peeked inside from the door's see-through glass.
heartbeat monitor… check, Oxygen tanks… check, One alive recovering Vanessa Caulfield… check!
her back shivered, remembering a story she had heard from a distant friend in Arcadia Bay the other day regarding the very same Prescott's she was assigned to. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, but it creeped her out none the less.
not wanting to relive the memory, Nicole settled for summarized version as she called for the elevator.
the story itself oriented around one of Mr. Prescott's drivers and a repairman whose name Nicole didn't know. One day, the repairman's wife, who worked at the town's most popular diner at the time, decides to go to a super market across town to get some groceries.
getting overwhelmed by the big sales at the store, the wife spends a bit more time to pick something special for her husband and daughters, after getting the delicious goodies, she notices that all the buses going towards her home had already left. Not wanting to walk back home, she ends up having to call her husband for a pick up. Her husband who had been taking an day off from work, gets in his car to pick up his wife.
somewhere in the bay, one of Mr. Prescott's supply trucks is moving about the city and the driver being the careless person he is, tries to skip a red light and ends up crashing into the repairman's car. almost crushing the old rust of metal into the ground. The by standers who witnessed the accident call for an ambulance, but a gas leak causes the car to catch on fire. killing the poor husband long before the paramedics could even arrive.
in end, the driver does get called to court, but never gets charged for anything! even though there were plenty of witnesses stating he had indeed driven passed the red light and was the one at fault for the poor repairman's death he walked out free the next day.
It's needless to say that his boss, Sean Prescott, played a big role in his release. It was almost disgusting how he could twist the police force around his bloody fingers!
Barf!
guess, money can buy you everything, even people. Well, that's crap! There's still one thing the wealthy can't get their claws on, time.
as rich as Mr. Prescott was, he was short on time, as in the literal meaning! He didn't have much time left on this earth as he was diagnosed with third degree blood cancer. The dead man had tried everything within his power and wealth to cure himself, but science can only go so far. He even put up a 1000-million-dollar reward for anyone who could give him a few more years, months or mere weeks. but it seemed even his fortune and time itself had turned its back on him.
servers you right. Can't buy your way out of anything now can you?!
after getting rejected by basically every doctor in the world, Sean dedicated the rest of his uneventful life to turn his son into… well, a copy of himself; literally! Out of his stupidity or lack of care, his 'teachings' ended up Damaging the boy beyond what any teenager or even an adult should go through!
guess what dead-brains, people aren't robots you can upgrade with money!
Nicole let out a disturbed sigh as she found herself in front of two white set of doors, Nathen Prescott's to be exact.
Remember Nicole, he's just a victim, a patient, like everyone else. He just needs extra care
she cleared her throat and took in a moment to straighten up the edges of her old but clean uniform before slowly swaying the doors open.
"hello Nathan, how are you doing today?" she said, a warm smile formed on small lips.
*pov change: back to Max's( yeah still haven't figured that out, sorry!)
*knock… knock*
"the door's open, come in." A muffed voice called from inside.
the door loudly turned on its squeaky hinges; Giving way to one Max Caulfield and Her dog who followed her 'hooman' closely. It had become a pretty clear fact on the first day that she wouldn't leave Max's side unless she was instructed to by Max herself. The numerous howls and puppy bite marks on various staff members made sure of it!
"hello Max," the doctor greeted. Maxed waved hello as she closed the door behind her. "please have a seat." He offered; pointing to over-sized arm chair in the corner of the room.
the therapist office has been Max's favorite place in the hospital by a long shot! Everything in here just felt so perfect and mildly balanced and unbalanced at the same time, if that made sense. The multi-colored lights tainted a certain color for every patient so they would feel more at home and peace during their sessions and Max had to admit, having every piece of furniture painted in a shade of azure blue did help crack her wall of shyness.
the room itself consisted of several interesting things to look at. Some small and big potted plants gave it a nice natural living touch, a series of shelves lined up in a square formation containing two rows of books, mostly medical with a few exception of picture albums, and one of those sculpture thingies that looks like a variety of things considering which angle you looked at it. But for some reason, Max could only see a winged dragon and a big butterfly whenever she looked at it.
Across from the bookshelves, on the right side of the room, held Max's favtrioe part of the room, an oil painting of Arcadia Bay dating back to it's early years.
the painting pictured an overall top-bottom view of Arcadia with its trademark lighthouse standing at the edge of a big cliff in the distance to the left. vogue splotches of green formed a vast forest on the right and small cubes of white and grey along with long strips of yellow-dotted black, formatted a general sketch at it's first years. To the right, various shades of blue captured a disturbed sea with howling winds and a small fishing ship out far in the distance. A group of brick-brown lines rose from within the green of the forest up in the northern section, which Max had recognized as the half-built structure of Blackwell academy.
there were a few more mention-worthy details such as plops of white forming clouds, a big golden semi-circle playing the sun, a few ticks of black covering the sky as bids and etc. all in all, giving the oily landscape the livelihood it well deserved.
Max slowly let out the breath she had been keeping in this whole time.
doesn't matter how many times I look at it, every single time, wowsers is the only word I can thinks of,
she hadn't been listening but apparently, the doctor was calling out to her. " Max? from earth to Max? you still in there? Hellooooo?" he called, flailing his hand above his head.
"yeah, sorry. I-I uh was just… um caught up by the painting, again." The brunette let out a nervous laugh as her hand wrapped itself around her body.
"ahh yes, that," He went silent for a moment as if, trying to remember something." I recall you saying, that it was a painting of your hometown. Am I right?" he asked with a puzzled expression. Max nodded.
he returned a nod in acknowledgment. "my secretary has called in a sick-day so, I have to go fetch your files myself." he got up from his chair. "oh almost forgot, please help yourself out with these. Your father said they were your favorite." He said, passing Max a box of chocolate coconut bites from the drawer of his table.
"my father?!" Max called out but he was already gone.
thanks dad, you're the best!
Max thought as she munched down on a coconut bite.
*nnn…hnnn…nnn*
the freckled girl looked down from her snack only to be met by a pair blue eyes, a shade darker than her owns'. "whaaat? Aww You want one too? Do you? Do you?" Max cooed in a playful tone as she held up the remaining of her snack in the air, just above Rauka's reach.
I know It's probably bad for her health but this much wouldn't hurt anybody, would it?
A loud whacking sound broke her out of her thoughts, the kind when something metallic falls to the ground and shatters into a million pieces. snatching her blue eyes to the direction of the sound, she found the broken pieces of the sculpture scattered across the ground.
"Rauka! Bad girl! Look at what you ..." Max started chiding, but stopped mid-sentence when she saw the husky wasn't even paying attention to her. Instead, she was busy chasing after what seemed to be a blue butterfly. a rather big one too!
"Rauka STOP! SIT!" Max commended firmly, pointing a finger at her dog. Strangely enough, Rauka did as she was told. Letting the butterfly roam free around the room before it landed on Max's still stretched out finger of all places.
wowsers… i-it's beautiful.
Max observed the butterfly as it rested on her finger. Flipping its wings every few seconds or so, leaving Max to study the strips on its vibrating blue wings. She hadn't seen anything quite like it! She'd seen many butterflies before but, this one was somehow… unique?
hey there little guy, you're a really special one, aren't' you?
the edges of its back were colored jet black, turning into thin strips at the bottom end on each side. Two spiral lines of silk white ran along the upper half until they reached the middle part, then they dissolved into the black at the edges. The wings themselves were a shade of pitch blue or maybe it was from the lights? No, they were a shade or two darker than everything else in the room, as if they were absorbing the world around them.
wait! Are they pulsating? No that' not it... They're vacuuming the air around them.
Max started in utter shock as the butterfly pulled in more and more of the air around itself ; manipulating it into a vortex formation. Being glued to the chair, The freckled girl remained seated, her mind going a hundred miles per second.
what the actual hell is happening here!? is this real or am I in a nightmare, again? Whoa! now the walls are caving in feel kinda dizzy. Where is all the air going? Did that butterfly just create a black hole to another freaking universe?! fuck!
Max's lungs were begging her to breath, to take in a batch of fresh O2 but even the most natural actions seemed alien to the brunette at the moment.
the blue butterfly stopped flapping its wings. In doing so, the world slowly stepped into a standstill. A FREAKING TIME FREEZE!
OK, either I'm still high from the drugs they gave me or I'm dreaming. Yup, it's gotta be one of those two, it's gotta be.
Max's kept reiterating the phrase in her head, over and over again. trying to neglect what her eyes witnessing. The freckled girl starred in disbelief as shards of glass, wood, stone and other pieces of furniture floated in the air, one of the shards got dangerously close to her neck.
her glance shot back to the butterfly just in time to see flap it's wings one last time, which had changed into an neon blue light before, everything busted with a white light knocking Max out in the process.
A/n: so that took way more than it should have to write, Sorry about that. I was real busy during the last couple weeks with school and life (got some stuff I had to take care of) so I had very little time to myself and didn't want to post a crappy chapter. even now I feel so uncomfortable posting this because there were so many delaying in between writing sessions that I sometimes had to rewrite the whole part from the start and still it feels unbalanced at some( ok most) parts.
sorry again for the bad_ and short :( _ chapter. I'll try to get back on a normal updating schedule but I'm afraid that won't happen for another 3 weeks or so. Special thanks to a certain LiS fan friend who helped me pull my life together :)
OK, that's enough whining out of me. Please tell me all the mistakes I obviously couldn't find, I will fix them ASAP! Also leave a review if you have an idea or something. :l
I'm going to cut it here. see you in the next chapter and thanks for the 100 views on the two chapters ( I'm going to assume it has reached 100 by the time I post this XD
see ya!