I own nothing but the plot. James Patterson does own though!
Pretty please
I know it's a drag
wipe your eyes and put up your head
I wish you could be happy instead
There's nothing else I can do
But love you the best that I can
-Darling, Avril Lavigne
Out of all the things I would have expected, this was not it. I had thought I could handle anything life threw at me, but I hadn't been prepared for this scenario. I had been kicked out of the flock. Not exactly kicked out, more like abandoned. With only a sentence crudely carved into a tree. "Who are you?" it said in jagged, broken letters. Just like my heart. I wonder what made them leave. To leave me.
I jumped up with a start. This wasn't me! The Maximum Ride I've always been never would've been this depressed [or sappy] over something so trivial! "Yeah, right." I mentally scoffed. "Trivial indeed."As for being more emotional, I actually sort of liked it. It was different. And different was what I needed right now. I also needed to fly. Crouching in a tree, bawling your eyes out doesn't exactly work wonders for a set of wings. I also wanted to lose myself. What better way to do that than to fly? I stood up and stretched out my wings. I was ready.
I leaped into the air, extending my extra appendages. I gave a few starting flaps and coasted on a current. I took a poetic moment and thought of how beautiful the sky is. Moment over. Why should I enjoy life when I was supposed to be in pain? Emphasis on supposed. Though I was still hurt, betrayed, needing a punching bag, etc. I was all cried out. It really wasn't that bad now. Oh, who was I kidding! Of, course it hurt like the devil, but I could feel myself moving on. And while remembering the happiness we had shared together, it was hard not to just let myself fall. So I poured on the super speed and vanished. I didn't stop. I don't know how long I flew. Where I flew to. Not even why I flew. But I know that I didn't stop. I ignored my screaming muscles, screaming brain, screaming conscience, and internal screams. I spurred myself with the anger I felt. It was my fuel. I didn't stop.
Until I had to. There was no more anger. Just like that I was empty. Subsequently, I fell. And crashed. Hard. On a grave. A grave surrounded by people. People that I vaguely recognized. In the second before my eyes shut, I knew. I wasn't Maximum Ride. At least not anymore. I guess I never truly was.
"Who are you?" echoed my brain.
I didn't stop.