Fang's POV
Fifty seven. Fifty seven more scars on my wrist. And I was about to make more.
Once more, the razor touched my skin as I dragged it along and its teeth nipped at my skin. Behind the metal was a trail of red that was spilling out over my arm. The physical pain hurt, but not more than the emotional pain. That would be the last one for the day as I thought about how to end all this pain, this discomfort.
Suicide was a last resort, something I probably wouldn't turn to. At least I hoped I wouldn't. I really did. I'd give Iggy a couple more weeks before coming after him myself…
--------------------------3 weeks later--------------------------
Tears dripped down my face as I wrote my letter to the flock.
Dear Flock, I honestly love you guys and would do anything for you. Even Max, no matter how much hate she's shown me the past year. But I no longer can go on with this. Iggy, when you left me, it tore me apart. I've been cutting so much, but that could only hold me off for a while. And now the time has come for me to fully put an end to all this pain, for ever. I love you all, especially Iggy. Please forgive me for all the pain, hurt, and anguish I've caused the flock. Love, Fang.
"Iggy," I said at breakfast, "later today I was thinking that we all have a picnic at our special place. Say, today at one?"
He looked skeptical, but nodded his head anyway. He didn't know that he would really be attending my funeral.
Today, at twelve thirty, I flew out to our place. Iggy and the flock would be there soon. I heard them coming, lay down on the ground face up, and placed the note on my stomach. Then I took my razor out of my pocket and made a deep, painful, gouge down my left arm, and let my slow death begin.
I was fading out of consciousness, I knew, but I heard Max scream, "FANG NO!"
I heard Angel and Nudge crying uncontrollably, and Iggy yelling and asking what happened to me. I didn't hear Gazzy, so I guessed he was trying his best to put on a Mr. Tough Guy face.
The hurting was less now, as my senses faded. I thought I felt someone lifting me up, and the sensation of flying, but I couldn't be sure. I opened my eyes again, thinking I was dead, when in fact I was in a hospital.
Angel's POV
I didn't know if I should tell Max or not, but Fang was having problems. He gave me a Hershey's chocolate bar to not tell, but I still thought I should. He was hurting a lot, and it was scary. He thought of dying. He missed Iggy. I don't know why though, because they live in the same house. When I asked him why, he said it was complicated and I wouldn't understand.
But I knew something was really wrong when we were walking to the picnic. Max was mad, like usual, but when I came up to her she smiled and brushed my hair out of my face.
"Something's wrong, Max. Fang's thoughts are fading."
"Angel you can't be losing your power. Can you still hear my thoughts?"
I nodded my head.
"I can hear everyone but Fang's clearly. Max, he's fading away!"
Iggy turned around and his eyes were wide.
"Angel, you said that Fang's thoughts are fading? Oh crap," and then he started running.
Max's POV
I thought that Iggy and Fang had planned something until we reached our picnic site. There Fang was, bleeding on the ground. There was a note on his chest and I knew what was going on. Fang had tried to kill himself. Iggy had known nothing about this prior to getting here. He was asking what happened.
"Alright guys. We're going on a little field trip. Iggy, Fang's right in front of you. Grab his lower half, and I'll grab his upper half. Angel, keep looking for Fang's thoughts. Nudge and Gazzy, start flying to the house and get a tee shirt or something to tie his arm with. We'll start flying as soon as we get him stable."
When the kids had gone to the house, Iggy and I started flying. Angel hovered above us. We got to the house and tied up his arm. I didn't stop bleeding, but it was less now.
"Alright, I know I said that I'd never do this, but we're flying into town. We're gonna go to a hospital. Fang needs help guys."
Everyone nodded. Fang was unresponsive. Iggy and I heaved him up again, and we were on our way. The hospital was nice, but everywhere you looked someone was in a lab coat, and it smelled just like the school. I went up to the reception desk and a nice old lady was sitting there, smiling.
"What can I do for you today, young lady?"
"My friend just tried to, he, well…" I couldn't say it as I felt tears filling my eyes. Maximum Ride didn't cry. Ever.
I tried again, "My friend tried to commit suicide. We need help right now!"
The lady's eyes went all deer in a headlight and she called someone over the intercom system. Nurses rushed in with a gurney I pointed at Fang. A male nurse lifted him onto the gurney and strapped him down. I tried to follow, but a nurse gave me a sympathetic look and pointed back to the waiting room.
"His name's Nick," I said as they took him away.
Iggy's POV
I couldn't see a thing, so this place was bugging me. I thought I was back in the school for a second, on account of the smells and sounds. Max patted my shoulder and told me it was a hospital and that Fang was being helped. Heavy footsteps came our way, probably the doctor. I hoped what he had to say would be good news; that Fang was fine and he'd be going home with us tonight.
But maybe that was wishful thinking.