...This chapter is a little bit more graphic then what I've written before. Just so you're warned, this chapter is very bloody.

Max's POV

With my head throbbing and my mouth dry, I didn't want to wake up. I felt so comfotable and warm, yet I couldn't resist opening my eyes. I blinked back the blurriness and gathered my surroundings...whish weren't what I expected at first, forgetting the nigth before of a second.

Me and Fang were laying on his couch, his arms around my waist and my forhead resting against his chest. His black lab, Abby (or "Abigal", if she's been bad) was laying diagonally on our legs, her head resting on my hip. It didn't seem like a comfy spot, considering Fang and I were laying on our sides, but she didn't seem to mind.

I let a small smile slip on my face as I stared at the sleeping dog. I closed my eyes again, but it was the restfull sleep I wanted. I remembered everything. What happened. His face, his arms pinning me down...

I opened my eyes again, my shoulders going up to my jawline, as if to protect my neck from something dangerous. I tried to move closer to Fang, only to have everywhere on my body hurt. And I mean everywhere, straight down to my toes...why my toes are hurting, I have no idea.

The pain brought more memories, and I felt like I needed to scratch my brain raw to get rid of them. I wanted more pain. Not pain from...yesterday, but the kind of pain to make me froget. But, I could excatly cut myself infront of Fang, even if he's sleeping or not.

I stabbed my palm with my finger nail, but I kind of bite them down, so it did very little.

I closed my eyes again, trying to go asleep, hoping that I would get a pecful rest. But I saw him. His deraged face, his greasy hair and evil eyes..peircing mine with such melvolence and bitterness I cringed and bit my lip.

I can't help. My breathing became fast and hitched, and my fingers twitched for something sharp.

I crawled out from Fang's arm without waking him, and carfully moved my legs out from under the dog. She fell forward onto the couch, but didn't wake up. Geez, that's like something Riv would do. Actually, if Riv woke up, she's growl at me and attempt to bite my hand...getting off topic.

I walked/ran to the upstairs bathroom, and closed the door behind me. I bent over the sink, turned on the cold water, and splashed my face. It felt good, but didn't help. My heart was racing, and I could still see his eyes...

I serched around for something sharp-a pair of scissors, a shaving razor-anything. Nothing. I guess that was to be expected; Angel was in the phase were she wanted to touch and play with everything.

A crap load of help that gives me. My mind was going crazy. I needed to get him out of my head. It was crawling, scratching underneith my skin. I was going to go insane...although, maybe insanity would be a relief.

An idea poped into my head-a disgusting idea, but it might work. I kept the tap on, walked over to the toliet, and proped the seat up. I swallowed, and tilted my head back. I reached my finger down my throat, until an unpleasant tickling feeling filled the back of my mouth.

Yeah, making myself throw up: Really gross. But it worked. I hardly had enough in my stomach, so I was sort of dry-heaving. (I bet I'm painting a lovely picture in your mind).

No, I didn't have an eating disorder. I like food to much. I needed to forget, even if it's for a minute. It worked, for a minute all I could forcus on was throwing up. When I was finished, all I could think about was the gross taste in my mouth.

I stood up with shaking legs, and flushed the toliet. I ent over to the sink, and rinsed my mouth out with water about five times.

I lifted my head and looked in the mirror. My skin was a sickly pale, and my hair hung limply in my face. There were dark circles under my eyes, and bruises along my jawbone and one on my cheek bone. My arms looked almost twig-like from under Fang's short sleeved tee-shirt. My collar bone looked like it could gouge someone's eye out. No wonder why some people in my school thought I had an eating disorder-I probably would have, myself, if I was someone else.

"Max?" I heard Fang's voice call from down stairs.

I turned off the tap, opened the door, and walked down stairs. I saw Fang, his face impassive, as awlays, but his dark eyes showed concern.

"Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice from faltering. I walked down stairs and over to him. I leaned into him, leaning my head against his chest. "I'm hungry."

It took a lot of convincing Fang, but I was back in my Hell-Hole. He said he'll call me tonight, and if I don't answer, he'll asume the worse.

No one seemed to be home, which was a relief.

I tip-toed upstairs quickly, skipping the steps that creaked. I don't know why, but I felt like if I make a noise, either Robert or Gross-Dude might come up and assult me. Or maybe I'm just paranoid, and there's really nothing to worry about right now...yeah, right.

I was on the top step and about to turn the cornor to my room when something sharp punched my temple, making the world around me go dark and fuzzy...

When I came too, I wasn't in a place most girls find relaxing...

I can tell through the white curtains that the sun was just about to set, making me believe it was about 5 or 6 O'clock.

I looked around my surroundings, and saw I was held down...in a room I haven't been in, but I knew it was my house...the greasy-haired stanger was standing at the foot of the bed. My eyes widened, and my heart sped up. I couldn't say anything at first, my heart feeling like it was in my throat. But when his smile widened, showing crooked teeth, was when I screamed.

Nothing seemed right anymore. This was one of those times when I whished I could go back in time, when I was little, and didn't know about all the horrible things humans do to each other. Now, when I think about it, it seemed that the Earth is only filled with drugs, assult, and rape. People who simply don't give a freaking damn to those around. Everyone's morals seemed to be as low as ever, letting their daughters in miro-mini skirts and people marrying each other simply because they wanted a wedding and not a comentment. No freedom of speech. If you're actually acting like your self, then you're not accepted.

You know what? We all deserve to die. So why are some people still living?

I stumbled to my bathroom, my brain numb. I clutched the white sheet to my pale skin as I closed the door behind me.

I sat on the edge of my tub, and filled it with water. I made sure my razor and towel were close by before getting in.

The warm water went to my shoulders. I tried to relax in the warmth, but it was impossible. He..can't..stay away from my mind. Everytime I closed my eyes, I see his evil smirl. When I open my eyes, all I see is his eyes staring back.

It's too much...

I grabbed the razor, and sliced my arm four times. But it isn't enough. I still see him. I cut my should three times. Not yet.

I cut my skin almost anywhere I had room, even over old scars. Two little cuts on my haw, near my chin. Soon, I wrote on my skin with the blade.

Fat on my rib cage.

That's what Robert says, anyway! Who says he's lying?

B*tch under my collar bone.

Gross-Dude agrees with Robert.

Worthless on the underside of my arm.

Everyone in school seems to think so.

Murderer on my stomach.

I killed my parents, didn't I? At least Robert seems to think so.

Die on my shoulder.

They all think I should do that.

Unloved on my theigh.

I'm alway reminded of this!

Stupid underneith Murderer.

Those Bs could be As.

I looked at the bath water, which was red/pink from my blood. With my feet, I unplugged the stopper, letting the water drain out.

But I could still see him...

I cut more, on my legs, stomach, arms, chest...

Worthless...

Stupid...

Ugly...

Words all to familer to me.

Who's to say they're not true? They're not lies?

My body, covered in cuts...So what?

Just another wound to add to my collection. Who cares?

I grabbed my white towel, and covered my body with it. The blood was soaking through, but I didn't care. My head was dizzy from bloodlost, which makes what I'm about to do a lot easier.

I held the razor to my wrist, not hesitating to cut it deeply. I did the same to the other.

I let a small smile appear on my face as tears ran down my plae cheeks. I'll be free...

The world turn black as the razor dropped on the blood-stained tile.

This was so depressing. Probably not the best thing to write before going to sleep.
Just so you know, this is NOT the last chapter. Although, I think this story is almost over. We'll see later.
I hope this wasn't to graphic for you guys. I wanted to keep it rated T...is it too graphic for T? Or am I just being paranoid?

Reveiw, please? Flames, accepted, since I guess I kind of deserve them now.

Thank, you.