((This is slow and kinda suckish because I'm writing it at 4 something in the morning, xD))
After the dark cloud lingered, Angel couldn't stand it. "Say something, dammit!" she swore. Angel wasn't one to swear so the silence must have really gotten under her skin. She was only six. **cough*seven*cough**.
Nudge looked at Angel. She looked confused for a moment, then she burst into tears and pulled out a razor. She cut herself again and again. Once again, it was her wrists.
Iggy was closest to Nudge and rushed over to bandage her bleeding wounds. He started wrapping her arm, and quietly whispered, as he placed his hand on her hair and petted her, "Stop, Nudge, please." he said, in a desperate plea. "For us? For Max? You know that Max would kill you for this. You know--" Iggy got cut off by Nudge.
"But Max isn't here! And it's all Fang's fault! You ignore that Fang Killed Max. You act like you can trust him. Who can trust a murderer?" Nudge said, the longest thing she had said in months. "Who?" she repeated, trying not to break into another veil of tears.
"Nudge..." Gazzy said, suddenly understand why she had been like this. She was scared of Fang. She was scared of the rest of the Flock. She was scared of dying. She was scared of living. She was just scared. "Oh, Nudge. No, it's not like that. Please, don't be scared of us. Please."
"Why not? You are alongside the one that murdered Max. Yeah, she was an egotistic, self centered, stubborn, hussy brat, but she was still Max." Nudge said, fighting to keep the tears in.
"It's okay to cry, Nudge. It's okay..." Angel said, now behind Nudge, massaging the spot in between Nudge's wings, knowing that that would relax her a little.
"Yeah, Nudge. We aren't going to judge you because you tear up. We all do. It's natural. Just don't cut. That's not what we're supposed to do. People get locked up for cutting." Iggy said, softly. Though what he said was kind of harsh to Nudge's ears, the tone he had used made that get covered up and buried.
"Please promise not to cut, Nudge. We love you, despite what you say that we are alongside a murderer. We are alongside the Flock and you are one of us and always will be. Please?" Angel said, her eyes big and blue and hard to say no to.
"But cutting is my salvation. It helps me from hurting someone else." Nudge said, in a whisper. The last part she said, her eyes had shot up and looked straight at Fang. If she could, and knew that the Flock wouldn't turn on her, she would kill Fang. But cutting had helped some of that anger.
"Please?" Gazzy and Angel said, at the same time.
"All I can do is try...." Nudge whispered, tears torturing her eyes again.
"Thank you!" Angel nearly squealed. She let go of the spot between Nudge's wings and hugged her from behind. "And if keep off cutting, and manage long enough for the bandages to be removed, we can go shopping!" she said, in a very temping voice, knowing that deep in Nudge's mind, though covered with a blanket of darkness, had this little voice in the back that was the fashionista was screaming, 'I need new clothes!! Cute clothes! NOW!!!!' but Nudge had hide that side of her in the back of her mind, in an inescapable cell.
"Cool." Nudge said, in this monotone that told Angel that she was doing everything in her power not to squeal along with Angel.
