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Sorry it took so long! Exteremly busy!
Well, this chapter would have been done yeserday, but it was my Birthday on January 31st. I got a gift card, so I spent yesterday buying books.
Anyway, sorry for the wait! And please excuse the Type-Os. I was up at 2:10am writing this (It's 2:15 as I'm writing this right now).
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Third Person
The first ring...No answer.
Another Ring...No answer.
Third Ring...Not yet.
Fourth Ring...Maybe she's away at the phone at the moment.
Fifth Ring...Maybe she forgot.
Sixth Ring...Taking a while to answer the phone.
Seventh Ring...Something had happened.
Fang hung up the cell phone, his heart beating fast in a panic. He stood up from the couch, and walked wuickly to the front door. He opened it, only to reveal Riv and Iggy, Riv's hand in the air like she was about to knock.
"Haha, hi Fang! Wanted to see if you and Max wanted to watch a movie." Riv said cheerfuly.
"We're going to Max's." Fang said simply, and pushed his way through them.
"Is somethign wrong?" Riv asked in a more serious voice. Iggy looked alerted.
"...Possibly." Was all want Fang said.
They didn't say anything; they knew what he meant. They followed him to Max's house, fast.
They got to her front door. Iggy knocked, and stood back waiting for an apply. After two or three seconds, Riv grabbed onto the door knob jerked it open.
"Are you crazy?" Iggy whispered harshly. "That's breaking and entering!"
"Stop being such a girl. There's no car in the driveway. He isn't home." Riv said in an even voice. But Fang and Iggy could tell she was trying hard not to panic.
"Max?" Fang called loudly. No answer.
"Max!" Riv yelled, harshly and loudly.
Without warning, Fang walked/ran up the stairs. He stopped on the top step, and looked aroudn the hallway. Iggy and Riv followed him. He made a sharp turn into the hallway, and opened each door he passed. He gave each one a quick glance before looking into the next one.
He opened the door, to where he thought Max's room was. He's never been inside her room before. It was small, but comfortable. There were drawings and posters, and it was slightly cluttered. It was a mess compared to the rest of the house, which was spotless and felt empty.
"Max?" Iggy called over Fang's shoulder. There was no reply.
Fang spotted another door, which he assumed it was Max's bathroom. The door was almost closed, a slit of yelowish artifical light comming through, lighting the dim room.
He walked to the door without opening it, and said "Max, are you in there?"
There was, yet again, no answer. Riv and Iggy were behind them, Riv looking very pale and Iggy very alarmed.
"I'm comming in, Max." Fang warned, just incase she was in there. He pushed open the door, and walked in.
The grissly sight made Fang's heart stop completely. Riv's scream peirced through the pounding in his ears. Iggy's yelled profanities were faint, like they were comming from a distance. His vision tunnled, the only thing he could see was Max, white as snow and broken. Limp, in the red rimmed bathtub, the only thing covering her pale body was a white towel and her blood. The cornor of her mouth was quirked upward, ever so slightly, in a smirk. Her eye lids were closed, blocking lifeless eyes. Her beautiful hair fell over her bleeding shoulders, making blond into bright red. No movement. No Max jumping up, saying it's a prank and that the blood was really Ketchup...
Riv sobbed as she grabbed Max's shoulders. Iggy was yelling for an ambulence in his cell phone. All Fang could do was run over to Max's side, on his knees, next to Riv. He didn't know if he was saying anything. Max's name echoed in the distance, that kick-ass name.
Maximum Ride.
She once told him that she could not be broken. That she will not give in.
Was she lying? Or did what happened to her break her beyond repair?
Blood pounded in his ears as he stared at her lifeless body. There were scars on her skin, but the blood cover made it hard to see what they looked like.
The life drained out of his, and he felt physically tired and weak, yet determinded and strong at the same time.
Time Skip
Iggy was paced the hospital hallway. Riv was sitting on a bench out side of Max's hospital room. Fang was nowhere to be seen. He got onto the ambulence with Max's body. He only stayed around long enough to tell his friends that it might be possible to revive her, then he left.
Riv's parents arrived at the sence for their daughter, but she didn't want anyone to comfort her, or even tough her, for that reason. Riv doesn't like people to see her cry, or for people to even acknowled her when she was sad. She would zone out onto her self and the problem at hand. Everything else might as well be miles away, unless it was urgent.
Iggy looked at the small family. He felt like he would be intuding if he went over and (try to) comforted her. Her parents were sitting next to her, staring sadly at her. Once in awhile, her mother would reach out a hand to place on Riv's shoulder, but Riv would just throw it off.
Riv had her arms wrapped around her legs, her face hidden by her arms and unruly hair.
Iggy sighed, and looked away. Max was in recovery right now, and was not stable (or awake) for any visitors. Iggy tried to block out his mind, something he thoguth he learned from Fang. From Fang's blank expression, he thought that he just didn't think about the problem at hand. Riv told him that wasn't true, not too long ago. When they were thirteen, and Iggy was with Riv watching anime. Iggy mentioned how much Fang was like a emo-yet-emotionless-robot. Riv laughed, but said that he was probably more sensitive then the rest of them. Things probably effected him more greatly, and emotions felt more intense.
Then, Iggy thought she sounded stupid and silly.
He still tried to keep his mind blank, even though it may sound heartless and inconsiderate. His friend had just attempted suicide, and all he wanted to do was think of something else. Despite this, Iggy still kept his mind a blank, black page.
Fang's POV
Sitting in an empty, dusty room, Fang tried to get the image of her out of his mind. Her broekn body, her suken, pale face. Her hair wet and limp. That smirk...like she was satsified.
But why? He understood that her life was a living Hell. She didn't need to tell him anything, he could guess pretty easily hos her home was like. But did she feel no happiness at all? What about her friends? All the fun times that they've had. What about Riv's spazz attacks? Iggy's delicious chocolate chip cookies? Those little memories? What about him? He loved her. Did she not remember him? Or was he just a small part in her life? A part that didn't matter? Didn't she remember those litte memories? Didn't those matter to her? Did she think at all?
Fang sat in the cornor of the room, his knees bent a little, and his head bent down. His dark eyes stared at nothing. As he thought, he ran his hand through his black hair and clenched his fist, gripping the roots of his hair.
Remembering her face, once alive and healthy...compared to her now pale, waxen face...
A tear ran down his face, and then another.
Max's POV
Beep...Beep...Beep...
Geez, why is Heaven so loud? Actually, would I been in Heaven if I killed myself? I think I would be in Hell...Well, I didn't think this through...
Beep...Beep...Beep...
Wait...I knew that sound. and that smell...that horrible smell! It smells like hospital.
Beep...Beep...Beep...
It sounds like a hospital.
I opened by eyes, only to have the brightest of lights burn them. I squinted, adn opened my eyes again. I couldn't sit up, and I couldn't move my arms.
I moved my eyes around the room. The walls were white, and the room looked clean. I was on a hospital bed, surrounded by machines. There wasa plastic chair beside my bed, a place for visitors, I guess. My arms were srapped down to the bed. I dind't lik the feeling; throught my light headed-ness and weakness, I felt like I was being held captive. I knew that feeling...it wasn't pleasant.
A nurse came into my room with a tall glass of water.
"Hello, Miss Ride." She said warmly. "Would you like some water?"
My mouth was dry, and my throat burned like flames were engulfing it.
"It'll be easier if I could move my arms." I said sarcasticly. My voice sounded like I just woke up from a deep sleep.
The nurse smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, hun. It's for your safety."
The nerse brought the drink close to my mouth, and bent the straw so I could grab it with my mouth. I too small sips, savoring the cool water. Wehn I was done, I let the straw go. It flicked my nose and sprayed water on my face.
"Who brought me here?" I asked.
"Your friends did, miss...they found you, and called us." The nurse said, as if not wanting to give out to much information.
"I want to see them." I said bluntly. I supposed I should be nicer to the people whi saved my life, but I didn't even want to be saved. It's called "suicide" for a reason...
"...I supposed you can. But only one visitor at a time."
I nodded, and she left. A few seconds later, Riv came through the door. Her eyes were red and blood shot, but she still managed a small smile.
"Are the restaints really necessary?" She said to the nurse, who opened the door for her. "She won't do anything."
My heart warmed from the seriousness and trust in her voice.
"Well...I suppose I could let her arms go. Just don't move around! You have to rest. You only just woke up." The nurse said. She walked over to me, and undid the straps. I didn't move when she did, but muttered a "Thank you."
The nurse nodded, and left me and Riv alone.
Riv walked over to the seat, and sat down next to me. I saw her trot close up when she saw the scars on my arms, and moved her eyes away from them. I wanted to cover myself with the blanket, but I felt like I couldn't move my arms. They felt numb, yet I still left he pain. This time, I'm not sure if the pain felt good or not...
"I hate hospitals. A place to get healthy is probably the most unhealthy places in the world." Riv chuckled, in attempt to lighten the mood. I knew what she was trying to do. She didn't want to talk about what happened, and she thought I didn't either. I'm very gratful for that...
I let out a weak chuckle, but then grimanced in pain.
Riv, who was still chuckling, soon had tears rolling down her face. Her laughs became small sobs. I never had seen her cry before. She didn't seem like the type to cry at anything. She once told me she was afriad of spiders, yet while we were in school, there was a spider crawling over our desk. Instead of pushing her chair back like what I thought she would do, she slammed the creature underneith he textbook. Then brushed off the twitching spider without missing a beat. So...seeing her like this was kind of an eye opener.
"You're an idiot!" She sobbed. She launched forward, and hugged me. My skin started to hurt, but I didn't show it. "You're a damn idiot..."
I comfoted her, but didn't say anything. I felt sad that I had caused her to worry, and suprised that she was acting this way.
Soon, she stopped crying, and then apoligized. For what, I don't know...Then she made some joke about the doctors at this place. Soon, it was Iggy's turn to visit.
I'm glad to say that eh didn't blubber like a girl over my shoulder. He did what Riv tried to do, which was act like nothing had happened. He only gave some notice that he knew, like sometimes gazing at my scars, or that sad look in his bright blue eyes.
He made me laugh 'till my lungs hurt, so I had to stop. He said he'll see me later, and left.
...Where's Fang? Did he leave already without seeing me?...Does he even know?
My thought was interupped by the door opening. Fang walked in, closng the door quietly behind him. He looked at me. I couldn't place the look in his eyes, but they were haunting. Chills ran down my spine, and my heart seemed to grow five times bigger.
He walked over to me, and sat on the edge of my bed. I didn't say anything, and niether did he (big shocker, right?) He didn't have too...I knew what he was feeling...It was overwhelming. How much hurt I may have caused him. I was thinking about anything. I didn't consider how my friends-or the person that I loved-would feel. Maybe I just didn't consider myself a big part in their world? They all have wonderful families, maybe a part of me felt like a pass-time for them...
Now, I know that truth. I coudn't help it.
Tears ran down my face.
I felt Fang's hand move my arm gently, so that the underside was facing up. He was reading what I wrote, those horrible things that I wrote. They seemed true at the time, but now they seemed stupid and meaningless.
I bit back a sob. "I'm sorry..." I whipsered.
He didn't say anything, but he leaned over, and hugged me. He was sitting on my left, and his for head was resting on my right shoulder. I felt his heart, beating fast. And I heard my heart beat get steadier and quicker.
I could almost feel him smirk, but only for a second.
His shoulders started to shake, and I felt hot tears on my shoulder, sinking through my hospital gown.
I choked back my sobs, and moved my arms slowly. One arm around his waist and my other hand in his black, messy hair.
If I would have thought about what I would have missed, then I wouldn't be in a hospital with slit wrists.
Geez, that was emotional O.o
It could have been a little bit more descriptive, I think. I dunno, what do you think?
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(Btw, no meaning to come across as irritated or anything, but when I ask for constructive critism, I don't mean pointing out that there's Type-Os. I'm pretty sure I've pointed them out more then once. Thanks for trying to help, though! ^^)
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