Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
July 17, 2010
When Fang came in, I had to hold back tears. I'd have to tell him Analie died. The look on his face told me he hadn't found Cindy. Well, I'm sure he won't stop looking after I tell him. His eyes lit up when he saw me on the couch. "Max! I -" He caught my look. "What?"
"Analie," I crocked. A sob escaped. I covered my mouth.
"Yeah, Analie's in her room. Fine just like everyone else."
I shook my head. "No. She's not fine. She - she - Mary Lou's gonna have a heart attack."
Fang frowned. "Analie..." He walked down the hall for the room. I tried to stop him, but it was hopeless. His stride was too long, and I couldn't talk if I wanted to. I just followed him. He burst into the room. I followed him in and watched as he kneeled down the bed. Analie was still white, her chest still.
"She's -" I couldn't finish the sentence.
He took his little sister's hand, cringing a little from how cold she was at first. He took a deep breath.
"Fang, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. I didn't come fast enough."
"It was Cindy! You tried to come, Fang. That's all you could do. Cindy wouldn't let you in. It's not your fault, either."
He shook his head and turned around, walking out of the room. Mary Lou stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes. I cleared my throat. Her head whipped around.
"So you didn't kill your son. You killed your daughter." I turned and walked out of the room, closing the door. I heard Mary Lou's scream from inside, she saw it. I did what I had to do, grit my teeth and walk away. Mary Lou was just another murderer, just another Cindy.
Fang sat on the couch, his face in his hands, his elbows on his knees. "Is Angel alright?"
"She's fine. Everyone else is fine."
"Good." He sighed. "When Iggy and Gazzy wake up, we'll all go and find Cindy."
"What about your mother?"
"I heard everything in my dream. Before you knew about the blue light that was my dream, it was there when Cindy and Petunia explained everything to you. Mom should have known better." He shook his head again. "It's all her fault Analie's dead."
I looked him straight in the eye. "It's more my fault then it is hers. She didn't know what was going to happen when she helped Cindy. I shot Cindy, knowing the consequences would be possible death. I should be blamed more than Mary Lou."
"Don't say that! You expected me to save you before a life was lost. I wonder if the door would still open with a dead Cindy..."
"Fang, I thought you were dead. I thought that was what that red light was and -"
"Red light? What are you talking about?"
"When I shot Cindy. The light changed from blue to red. I thought it meant you were killed in your sleep or something. Or maybe it just meant your dream was ending or something like that."
"My dream's light is blue. It's never turned red before, and this one wasn't any different."
So the red light had nothing to do with Fang's dream. Then what did it mean?
-Maximum