I'm Back people! Ok I'm really sorry that I have not been able to get this up sooner but… I have had some pretty busy days!
Give me a break! I mean there are finals, physical therapy, and homework and then recovering from a concussion yeah, I think I have an excuse for not updating! And then you know I'm trying to work out a schedule so I can update all of my stories, I have three stories going right now people and I'm getting them mixed up. But check those out if you are ever waiting for an update on this one. ;)
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Jadebanana for the review!
Thank you for that and I'm sorry I kept you waiting… but this update is officially for you! Enjoy!
Lost track of days… possibly 4 days later? Maybe? I don't know I lost track of the days.
The white coats had not come back; they had just left us here… to suffer.
Who knew what kind of sick torture they were coming up with.
Sometimes with a bottle of water, maybe with a few pieces of bread, but most of the time not anything. We were all getting skinnier by the day. My muscle was just disappearing, I had never felt weaker. Most of the time Angel and Gazzy slept, their energy was gone.
I had not slept a wink, nope not since I had fallen asleep in Fang's arms. I was completely zoned out when Fang came over and waved his hand in front of my face. I shook my head out and then looked at him.
For once he looked worried; I knew Fang must be exhausted, he had not let me out of his sight. I think maybe once he dosed off for like 7 minutes, (Yes I counted, that's what you do when you are bored, depressed and the rest of the family is a sleep!) then he woke up abruptly.
I guessed he had, had a nightmare, but did not ask. We were all suffering from horrible nightmares, haunting really.
Angel had woken up screaming on more than 1 occasion (8 times) and Gazzy had been… well we call it "Sleep fighting." Our senses I guess never really shut down, so once in a while we will wake the other flock members by punching or kicking in our sleep. But not me this time, I did not even close my eyes for a second.
The main reason I had not slept is probably because every time I close my eyes all I could see was Nudge's and Iggy's faces.
Or I would hear Nudge's voice or Iggy's sarcastic and perverted comments about Fang and me, running through my head like a broken record.
I realized I had zoned out again, Fang was still staring at me, concern written all over his face.
-FANG'S POV-
I was starting to really worry about Max.
She just seemed so out of it. Yeah I get that she is upset but normally when she's upset someone gets their butt kicked. Right now the scientists are kicking her butt.
She had zoned out once again, I did not snap her out of it, I just watched.
That's something I'm really good at.
Watching, waiting, learning.
That's just what I do. I've learned a lot this way; I've learned how to read Max like a book.
I can tell exactly what's going through her head, what's she feeling. I've learned how and when to push her buttons and when to back off. I can tell just by her body language, and her eyes.
When she is angry or frustrated, her eyes are sharp, a look that could kill and she curls her hands into fist. Clenching and unclenching them.
Even when she does it under the table, I can tell.
When she is calculating or deep in conversation with the voice, her eyebrows push together just a bit and her nose scrunches up a little too.
I personally think it's kinda cute.
(You know what just scratch that… I never thought that and you never read that.)
When she is sad or defeated (two emotions I don't catch very often.) Her eyes soften, the normal light and sprit that is always in her eyes, is gone, the light put out. She gets this distant look in her eyes. Not really all there… if you know what I mean.
That look really worries me.
Max started to look like she was coming back to earth. I would say she got her head out of the clouds but normally we enjoy being up in the clouds so… that saying does not really work for us.
Max looked at me now, the bags under her eyes looked terrible.
I wanted to tell her to get some sleep, but I knew I should not waste my breath.
That's another thing I've learned from watching. Max is stubborn. With like a capital S-T-U-B-B-O-R-N.
Actually, stubborn is like an understatement with Max. I don't think I'll ever be able to get Max to change her mind once she puts her mind to it.
I'd have a better chance at getting a pig to fly… of course I am a talking-walking-flying-mutant-bird-kid, so you know anything's possible.
"Max." I said quietly. Her eyes locked with mine, she did not say a word, just looked at me.
I could see the questions in her eyes, questioning ever decision she had ever made. Questioning herself.
"Max. Don't do this to yourself; this is not your fault." Again she just looked at me, her eyes looking hollow, emptiness filling her beautiful brown eyes.
Angel had once said they are the color of "Unbarfed chocolate." So basically they are chocolate colored. In basic words, her eyes are really pretty.
Of course that was in the past, back when Max would be worried about red-heads hitting on me. Back when Nudge would talk, and talk and talk about whatever just-so-happened to be on her twelve-year-old mind that day. Back when we could laugh at Iggy's jokes, back when Angel was oh so "innocent", back when I was silent and Gazzy was silent but deadly (If you know what I mean.) and back before Dylan entered our lives.
Now that I think about it, when Dylan entered this story… uninvited might I add. All of our lives took a nosedive; it seemed that everything that could go wrong did. I mean everything and anything.
From him crashing our birthday party, our little couch fire, Max being kicked out of the flock, the whole Vegas trip, Max calling Dylan "Mr. Perfect", the Hollywood fiasco, Angel threating to shoot Max, Jeb getting shot, Angel leaving, me leaving then dying… I mean the list can go on, and on.
But that was stupid; I let Dylan get to me.
I guess I just did not like the fact that he was "Made" for Max.
If anyone was made for her it is her best friend who has always been there for her… aka me.
But maybe that is just my teenage-emotions getting in the way.
But hey I can't help it… I'm a fifteen-year-old bird boy… we have hormones too.
All that mattered now is that I am there for Max… and guess who's not, that's right "Mr. Perfect" I've always been there for her.
You know except for the split second that I was not there.
God, I must be the dumbest boy alive, who one earth would be dumb enough to leave Max not only leave her, but leave her in the time she probably needed me most.
Oh yeah that's right… I am. I'm stupid and I regret every second that I was away, every second that I did not get to spend with these kids, with Max.
I would do anything to get them back, to be out of this school, to be on a beach somewhere just enjoying my family.
But there's one thing that I've learned over the years, once someone is gone, there is no getting them back.
Unless you plunge a needle full of adrenaline into your best friends heart! Ha-ha LOL
My sis is reading Fang right now XD I got her hooked on Maximum Ride!
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