Sometimes, when I should be asleep, I'm awake. I stare, my legs pushed to my chest, at the white walls around me, my photos depress me and I want to tear them up and throw them away. Something tells me I shouldn't; one day, I'll be happy again and these photos will be pleasant to look out. However, that day seems so far away and I'm too tired. I hold the most important power, not just for Arcadia Bay but everywhere. I am not an influential or persuasive person, I do not have money or status, I do not have friends who are famous, instead I have a power, which is a burden, that I can use to save lives.

That's what I thought, at least. The day I rewinded, saved Rachel from her fate, I doomed someone else. You can't change things that happen, I realize that now but don't have the heart to rewind again and save Clementine instead of Rachel. However, I no longer have told David. I went back to the night before; I am paranoid. I can't trust him. I stare at the wall, figuring out what I should do instead. As my eyes, slowly close, I am woken by a buzzing sound next to my bed, my phone screen illuminates the room and the mess I have created. Rachel.

Although I know that we're friends, we're not. I realize that I have really only spoken to Rachel twice in my entire life; she is my friend, despite knowing nothing about her. I feel a sense of guilt, even though it's not my fault I know nothing. Perhaps it is. I reach down, scooping my phone into my hands and pressing accept. Immediately, I hear her sigh and her nervousness travels to me, I can feel it. "Max, you there?" She asks. "I really need to talk to someone, other than Chloe that is."

A part of me understands that Chloe, at times, can be hard to talk to but, surely, if you're in a relationship, you should be able to talk to the other person? So, as I reply, I listen for her response, intrigued. "Yeah, hey, Rachel," I greet her, tired. I have been up for a long, long time. "What's up? You sound really nervous. Is everything okay with Chloe? She's not hurt or anything, right?"

"Oh, no." Rachel reassures me. "She's totally fine. It's me. I'm in trouble, Max."

Uh oh. "What have you done, Rachel?" From the tone of her voice, I can tell it's serious.

"I cheated, Max, but it wasn't because I wanted to. Jefferson, that guy, he, uh, is blackmailing me. He said he'd bump by grades for nothing, I swear. I, obviously, was kinda suspicious but fuck man, I agreed. Wouldn't you? Then he stars blackmailing me, saying that if I don't sleep with him or something, he'll get me expelled. I can't get expelled, I have nowhere to go."

If I let Clementine die, I'm not going to let Rachel die, too. This isn't fair, you fucker. You don't get Rachel and those other girls, you don't get me this time. I am boiling with anger, how dare he touch her? How dare he do this?! "No, you're going to meet me." I say through clenched teeth, my lips dry with bitterness. "Get Chloe, get your clothes and meet me outside in the parking lot."

From the distance, I can see the vibrant, blue hair Chloe possesses. Tears in my eyes, I wonder what I will say when I reach them, how they will react to what I'm going to say. This is going to be the last time I see my best friend... and my other best friend, who I don't know. "Hey," I fake a smile. "I'm going to tell you both something that's, uh, really upsetting and you're going to be scared. You're going to want to help me but you can't, get in the car and let's drive for a bit."

Silently, they do as I say because, well, a) they're probably already scared, b) nervous about my behavior and c) curious. As Chloe exits Blackwell, I turn around and see the lights in the school. "Okay," I say, my head against the window. "Prepare yourselves because you're not going to believe me, I'm perfectly serious with what I'm about to say, okay?"

"Alright, Max," Chloe replies hurriedly. "What is it?"

As I tell them about my power, they both kid and joke before they realize that I'm serious. I've rewinded an abundance of times, to try and say the right thing that will make them believe me. "You can't be serious," I say simultaneously with Chloe, narrowing my eyes. "Rachel, you're about to call me crazy and then Chloe will offer to drop me back to Blackwell after agreeing."

After that, they both are quiet and still. "I can't explain everything in one short car ride," I say. "All that I can say is if you both stay here, you'll both die. I should know, I lived your death three times, Chloe. I can't do it a fourth time."

"What?" She squeals. "Max, this is some scary shit."

After that, I tell them what is happening. I don't tell them everything, I don't tell them that Rachel was killed by Jefferson, even though she asks what I meant by her death. I tell her I hadn't talked to her since the day I came back to Arcadia Bay, I said I had rewinded for them both rather than just her. I have begun to like her, in the short time that I've known her. "I have, uh, $400. I think that should get you a decent motel room, you guys could have a road trip and leave me out just this once. When everything is sorted, when I've done everything, I'll come join you."

"Max-"

"I'll send you some money every week," I smile sadly. "Get a job, though. After you've moved around a bit, definitely get a job. Chloe, you're going to need to dye your hair because apparently there's a thing with jobs and dye. Cover up your tattoos, too. I don't want you to not get a job." I wipe away the tears and laugh, feeling silly at how sad I feel.

"Max," she interrupts me. "I can't leave you when you're not safe."

The tears for a moment stop, my mouth parts as I breath and sigh from exasperation. They make this hard; I don't want them to leave. "I've lived through you staying and helping me, Chloe," I halfheartedly smile. "And I've lived through you being a pain in the ass for this whole week. I lived through you dying for me and, trust me, no matter what happens I live."

"What if it changes, Max?" Rachel turns to face me. "What if somehow you don't know everything? You and Chloe lived this and you didn't say me, I was dead, wasn't I? You came back to save me, didn't you?"

"How do you know?" I tilt my head, confused.

"Because that's so typically Max," she wipes her tears away and laughs. "You're my best friend, even if you don't really know me. I love you, obviously not in the same way as Chloe," - she glances at Chloe - "but you're my friend and we need you as much as you need us."

"Just take me home and leave, I don't need help. I need my friends to be safe."

When they drop me a few minutes away from Blackwell, prepared to leave, I hand Chloe, through the window, a envelope containing the money they need and all the money I have. "I'm going to miss you guys," I breathe, holding back tears I haven't had before. "I'll see you soon, so save a space for me in the car and don't have too much fun. Send me pictures."

"We will, Phil of the Future," Chloe laughs sadly. "I will see you soon, Max. Don't take too long, okay?"

I nod and smile, turning away from my friends and continuing with my mission completely alone. Sometimes you need to be alone though, this is my burden and I shouldn't inflict it on others. I hear the car pull away from the curb and I don't turn around, however, my heart sinks. The last time I'll see my best friends, that was my last memory with them.

I'll do it for them. I'll save everyone.

A/N: Please review, tell me what you thought!

The past couple of days have been really rough, I got really ill and almost went to hospital. I felt a bit better this morning and, in between sleeping and coughing up my lungs (just kidding), I wrote this so you wouldn't miss out. Anyway, thanks for reading.