This is Demolition-GIRL-33236's request. She wanted Max or Mariam trying to commit suicide, and the other stopping them. So, Macy, Queen of Angsty Suicide, here's your request.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
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Suicidal
Max told himself time and time again that it was worth it. His parents were sick of his moping, his team suffered because he wasn't himself, and Mariam couldn't move on. It was time for him to go. He wrote a letter explaining his decision and left it on his pillow for his parents to find and, hopefully, relay to Mariam. She was, after all, one of the people it was addressed to.
The wind on the beach slapped his hair against his face as if trying to snap him out of his staring trance. He was looking out into the tumultuous sea. Waves tumbled over each other, reaching high up into the sky as ungodly monsters rising from the pits of hell. This was how he'd go – outdone by the thing he loved most. One of the things.
He slipped off his shoes by force of habit and stepped into the stormy ocean. The water lapped at his ankles, wanting so badly to be able to wrap its slick fingers around them and pull him in. Max waded in further until he was waist-deep and shivered. He wondered if he'd drown or freeze to death first.
He thought he heard his name in the roaring wind as he finally threw himself into the dangerously violent sea, but he dismissed it as his imagination. He was a spectacular swimmer, so it took all of his will power to let the waves and currents of the ocean take him. When he thought his lungs would burst, he exhaled only to inhale once more.
The sensation that followed was like nothing he'd ever known. He could literally feel himself fill with water as the salt burned his nostrils. He felt extremely sick to his stomach as the world seemed to wash away around him. He was almost gone when a strong pair of arms wrapped around his torso and dragged him upward. He was out before they reached the surface, the world swirling away in a dizzying array of black, cold water.
When he awoke again, his first thought was that he had died and gone to Heaven. He felt an angelic pair of lips pasted on his. They actually felt like Mariam's – maybe he really was in Heaven. It was only when he opened his eyes and saw the storm around him that he realized he was still alive.
All of a sudden, he sat up and twisted his body to the side to cough up lungfuls of water. A hand patting his back made him remember the arms that had pulled him to safety. When he caught his breath, he turned back around to see who had saved him.
"Mariam?" His utter confusion shone true through his voice. What was she doing here? She'd gone home months ago –the whole way home, back to the village where she'd grown up. When had she came back? Why? He couldn't understand it and he had a feeling he wouldn't even if he was out of his present jostled state.
She stared at him with swollen eyes and turned to walk away.
"Mariam!" He reached out a hand to her, not yet feeling steady enough to stand.
She looked back at him, waiting for the question he'd inevitably ask.
"What are you doing here?" His voice sounded pathetically small.
"What am I doing here?" she shouted through the gale. "I'll tell you what I'm doing here! Tyson called me and said you weren't in any way yourself and that he was worried sick about you – they all are! I took the first plane I could and climbed through your window to avoid confronting your mom. And what did I find?! A suicide letter, Maxie! Do you have any idea how I felt?!
"So I came here only to find you out in the ocean during this God-forsaken storm, about to drown yourself! You didn't hear me when I called and by the time I got there and managed to find you, you were all limp and half dead! I was sure you must be dead when I finally got back to shore, but I gave you mouth to mouth anyway and now you're alive and I have no idea what to say to you!"
"Mariam, I..." His voice faded. Now that she was here, looking at him like that, he couldn't bring himself to explain how he felt. The whole thing seemed stupid and immature now. And selfish, he reminded himself mentally. Seeing her like this made him realize that. He felt horrible.
"Max," He only just now noticed she was crying. She probably had been all along. The rain made a good mask. "don't ever do that to me again."
She collapsed on the ground next to him and sobbed into his shoulder, clinging desperately to him. Max had never seen her cry that much, or at all, before. It made him feel even worse. He held her and cried into her hair, his tears only adding to the salty water they were both soaked in.
Through all their grief, the couple was happy of one thing: They were back in each other's arms where they belonged.
A/N: I guess this could also be considered a sequel of sorts to "Reluctance" if you want to view it that way. Mariam couldn't stay gone for long. Who could? It's Max.
I have a new poll up on my profile if you want to vote. It's nothing of importance; it's only there to satisfy my own curiosity. I want to know how old I seem to those of you who don't know me. Like I said, it's pretty much pointless.
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