You guys are crazy, and I love you(: Okay, so You guys deserve like 9000034023824534 chapters,butt, Imma give you three chapters throughout the day. I know thats not alot, but thats all i gots time for. And the length of this is depending on the time I need to leave, so Sorry if it's terribly short, but i want to upload something for you(: Okay on with the story.

Iggy:What about the disclaimer?

Me: Oh yeah, be a dear and do it for me.

Iggy: why?

Me: Because i'll let you have bacon?

Iggy: Ashlindoesntownmaxride,jpdoes. Can I have my bacon now?

Max's Pov

I slid the end of the scissors gracefully over my Wrist. Blood started dripping from the cut and I smiled in stasfication. All of my worries seemed to fade away. Cutting was like a drug to me, made you forget everything. It was my high. My own personal high, that nobody knew about, because I had to keep up my perfect image. Why, you ask? Because if I didn't pretend to be perfect, everyone would know the real me. And I didn't want that. no, I didn't Need that. I didn't need them to know who I really was. I didn't need them to feel sorry for me. To say they know what i've been through. To try and help me. I didn't need anyone to say it would be fine. because it wouldn't. It never would.

I looked around for something to stop the bleeding. I saw a rag sitting in the corner and grabbed it. Sighing i wrapped it around my wrist. I sat in the room for about two hours before the door opened. I still had the towel on my wrist, and quickly threw it behind me, praying Fang didn't see it. He gave me a suspicious look,but slowly shook it off.

"Dinners ready,"

"Not hungry," I mumbled.

"You have to eat Max,"

"I'm not hungry!"

"Fine! stay down here! but when you start crying that your hungry, I don't want to fucking hear it," he said as he slammed the door shut and locked it again. A few minutes after Fang left, I burst out in tears. Truth was, I was starving. And I couldn't live like this anymore.

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Fang's Pov

I opened the door and saw she had a towel on her wrist, what the hell? She quickly threw it behind her, looking nervous. I shook it off and said,

"Dinners ready,"

"Not hungry," she mumbled. I sighed.

"You have to eat, Max,"

"I'm not Hungry!"

"Fine! stay down here! but when you start crying that your hungry, I don't want to fucking hear it," I said as I slammed her door shut and locked it again. I started walking up the stairs but felt horrible, so I turned around, and headed back down to apollogize. Just as I was about to enter the room, I heard something.

And then I realized, the perfect, uptight, bitchy, Maximum Ride, was crying. And it was all my fault.

I turned around and walked back up the stairs into the dinning room.

"Hey man," Iggy said, stuffing his face with food. "Wheres Max?"

"Down in the basement, crying."

"Damnit Fang! What did you do to her! Locking her down there was enough, but making her fucking Cry? Thats low. Even for you."

"Look, Iggy," I spat. "I didn't want to make her cry. But normally thats what you do when someone kidnaps you. You sit there, and you cry, and wonder if your going to die and all that shit."

"Whatever. Your just a heartless jackass. Always thinkin' bout yourself now a days. Screw it, man," Iggy said pushing away from the table.

Am I really that heartless?

Yes. Yes I am. I sighed and pushed my food around on my plate. I heard feet coming up the stairs, and then a chair slide out.

"Thanks, Ig," I heard a soft voice whisper. I looked over at Max, and saw her Bloodred eyes. She looked horrible.

"No prob, Max. I made spaggetti, I hope you like it,"

Her face lightened up at the word spaggetti, and I smiled to myself. At least someone can make her feel better.

"It's my favorite!" she nearly shreeked and grabbed a huge platefull.

later on that night, I had only eaten two plates of spaggetti, while Max was on her fourth plate. Damn that girl could eat, and Jake was thinking it too, because he said,

"Damn, hot girl can eat, and stay skinny too. How do ya do it?"

"I don't know," she said, facefull of spaggetti. I started cracking up at how silly she looked.

"Whats so funny emo boy?" She spoke as she glared at me.

"I'm not fucking emo! whats with you people?" I yelled as I slammed my fork onto the plate and stormed out of the dinning room. But before I left I said,

"As soon as shes done, take her to the basement," I said in the harshest voice I could.

I stormed into my bedroom, and just layed on the bed. Just because I wear black, it doesn't mean i'm emo. I'm so fucking sick of stereotypes.

I layed on the bed for about twenty minutes, hearing laughing coming from the dinning room. Hows come I was the only one who thought this was hell? I looked over at the picture on my nightstand. It was me and Natalie.

"Why her, God? " I said outloud.

"Why'd you have to take her? Why not me? She didn't deserve it, she had her whole life ahead of her. I didn't I'm just a screw up, Why not just take me? I don't deserve to live," I cried, tears streaming from my eyes.

"Is that what you think you are? A screw up? Well, join the club," A small voice said. I looked up and at the foot of the bed was . Maximum Ride herself.

Alright, two more coming later today(: okay, gotta goo, so sorry if its short! Love you all!