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It had been several hours since the ambulance came and took Max away from me, I begged and yelled to stay with her; no one let me be with her. She fucking saved me and I can't do anything.
I'm in my room, walking in circles, just thinking about what had just happened. My room didn't feel like my room anymore; more guilt over anything. The last time Max was here was when we went on our last pirate adventure... Right before dad died. Now though...
David tried to control me like I was a fucking animal! He held me down when the paramedics came and people saw what was happening. They all stared at Max like she was a joke, some even had their phones out but suprisingly, Victoria Chase was crying.
That girl is a fucking mystery but she seems to felt... pity? Guilt? I dunno and don't care. She did yell at people who had their phones out and made them delete whatever they took of Max, maybe she wasn't as bad as originally thought but damn.
When David let go of me finally, he yelled at me for coming into the school and screamed about me nearly getting shot. It seemed like he did care about my wellbeing but what about Max? She took a bullet for me.
I never thought... She leaves me for 5 years and comes back from the metaphorical dead to possibly actually be dead?!
How could someone like Maxine Caulfield just come rushing into my life just as I swear I was about to die and she changes my destiny to save me? How... Why was she even there?
I now hold her bag, it has hella hipster patched ontop and I didn't want the police to take it in as evidence.
"R-read my journal. I-it ex..plains.. everythi..ng...."
Sitting in my house felt like torture, I wanted to leave and see Max but I couldn't do it. She came into my life and I could only now see her in a hospital bed. It reminds me of Rachel-
Shit.
Rachel.
Rachel's been missing for six months and I hadn't found anything out about her disapearance... Maybe if I find her again, she and Max will be best friends? Rachel and Max, both alive and happy together and we'd be hella best friends forever. Right?
Tears fall down my face as I keep repeating those words Max said at the end- She loves me? And I was her fina- NO! She's okay. She has to be okay.
Grunting in anger, I finally decide to read her journal. I opened her bag and saw her polaroid. It was the same one she got for her thirteenth birthday... I can't believe she's still such a hipster... I chuckles slightly and looked again to see polaroid photos.
Alarmingly, one had a blood stain over it?
I observed it and it was one of a butterfly. A blue butterfly. It was the same one I saw in the bathroom and she took a photo of it, she always loved nature.
Shaking off those memories, she found her journal. It was covered in small stickers and such, I began reading it:
I GOT ACCEPTED INTO .
If words could dance this would be a rave. Even though I've never been to one. But who cares because I GOT INTO BLACKWELL ACADEMY! I didn't think I would be so excited since it's not like I didn't used to live in the same town. But when I saw the text from the Blackwell scholarship office, I could literally feel my pulse speed up.
I thought it was going to say, "Sorry! Thanks for playing!" It took me a few seconds before I read the whole thing. I guess I wanted to enjoy that last moment of blissful ignorance. And when I saw the first word, "Congratulations..." I think I screamed.
My cried, and my laughed. They're so weird. But they're happy and this means extra financial support because they don't have to pay anything to Blackwell. This means new clothes and if I can work it, a new laptop.
Oh, and I have to keep telling myself in caps that I AM GOING TO BLACKWELL ACADEMY.
There were notes at the bottom of the page in a different coloured ink, it seemed rushed as well.
You idiot. You never told Chloe. Now she'll know how much of a bad friend you were. She forgave me but she'll never forgive you.
This confused her slightly, what did Max mean by that? She blinked and went onto further pages and saw what she must've written just earlier:
This will be the weirdest journal entry I will ever make.
So weird I don't know how or where to start. But it started with the most vivid dream of my life. I was lost in a storm by the lighthouse until I came to the edge of the cliff.
Then I saw a giant tornado headed for Arcadia Bay. It was so real that I could feel the rain stinging my face. And I was scared shitless. Then a boat hit the lighthouse and I swear I actually felt like I was going to die.
But I woke up in Mr. Jefferson's class and I wasn't even sleeping. I almost fell out of my chair. Jefferson called on me but I totally blew the answer. Of course Victoria pounced on me and made me look like a bigger idiot. She's so awful. Then I didn't have the guts to turn in a photo for the "Everyday Heroes" contest while Victoria did her usual suck-up to Jefferson. He's so cool and he clearly wants me to succeed.
I felt so shitty. I just wanted to get to the bathroom to be alone and wash my face after that nightmare. Or daymare. Once I got to the bathroom I saw this odd beautiful blue butterfly flutter in and right when I took a photo of it in the corner, Nathan Prescott came in freaking out, talking to himself. I hid in the corner and this punk girl came in and they started arguing about drugs and money. Then Nathan actually whipped out a gun and SHOT the girl.
This is where it gets strange.
When Nathan fired the gun I came around the corner and reached out for some dumb reason, as if I could stop the bullet. But suddenly I could feel the world twisting around me and this pressure in my head, everything seemed to rewind and I found myself right back in class at my desk!
I literally thought I had been dosed with some drug until I calmed myself down. I saw everything happen in class the way it did before. Major Groundhog Day-ja vue. Somehow I was able to actually rewind time.
I knew the only way to find out if I was having a breakdown was to go back to the bathroom and see if I could save that girl from Nathan this time. I had no idea how either. I just knew I couldn't live with myself if I let her die again. I escaped Jefferson this time by knowing exactly how to answer his questions and rushed to the bathroom.
I hid in the corner again and I couldn't believe it when Nathan showed up, freaking out all over again.
Then the girl came into the bathroom, and before Nathan could shoot her—
"Wait what?" I muttered out.
Did Max... How?
What?
Max... Knew? That doesn't make any sense. How could she be able to write all of this in a short amount of time? How the fuck does this work?!
I did notice that there were even more pages being written in and I began reading them. Drips of blood were on the pages, as if she were already... Did she do something? How...
Hello Chloe.
As you're reading this, I'm probably gone or something... and I kinda told you to read my journal hehe... :,)
But yeah, hi.
I'm a time traveller.
Sound the crazy alarm WO WO WO!! But I can tell you things that are going to happen soon.
I asume Nathan will panic and run out, get caught and confess to drugging you and multiple other girls. Including Rachel Amber.
You'll be told either by someone else or on the news but I want to tell you that I'm so so sorry Chloe. Rachel was your angel when I left and you loved her. I don't know if I can save her or not.
Maybe I can? But I kinda hope my powers stop after this.
If I don't wake up soon, keep an eye on the weather. A storm is coming to wipe out Arcadia Bay and hopefully after this, it isn't going to happen. If it snows later, take Joyce and Kate Marsh out of here. Please. Just go litterally anywhere else. I chose to sacrifice myself instead of making you suffer alone without knowing what we did together.
I'm sorry you never got to hug me close.
I'm sorry you never got to yell at me for ignoring you for 5 years.
I'm sorry that I'll never use William's polaroid and take your picture as you're dancing and smoking weed.
I'm sorry David hit you, I got him kicked out in the first timeline... ;)
I'm sorry I never freaked you out with my first 'blackout'/ vision thing.
I'm sorry that we never had our playtime at the junkyard and we never got to shoot those damn 5 bottles.
I'm sorry you never got to watch me make a pipe bomb.
I'm sorry you'll never remember our first kiss from that stupid dare.
I'm sorry that I never got to hold you tight enough and tell you that everything would be okay after our last kiss. I never got to hold you again as you told me to sacrifice yourself. But I refuse.
I tried nearly everything but almost always ended getting kidnapped by Jefferson or you always died. But this time.
I get to be an everyday hero.
And Chloe Price, Don't you ever forget me.
Max, never Maxine, Caulfield.
I sobbed and screamed in sharp pains all over my chest, Max did all of this? All... All for me?
I fell onto the ground holding the book to my chest, sobbing out in guilt as all I ever thought was that she left me but she never did. She took her sweet time for sure, but she saved me. And I believe her.
The front door opened and I heard my mum rushing up the stairs, bardging into my room and she held me close. Hugging me like she'd never done since dad were alive.
I dropped the journal and hugged her back, sobbing into her and trying to speak.
"M-m-max... S-she..."
"I know Chloe... I know..." She rocked me back and forth, crying herself and stroking me softly.
I don't know how much time had passed but the darkness of night came round and David came home. He had his cap in his hands and he knocked on the open door, asking to come in.
"Chloe...?" His voice was softened, seeming pity for me. I really didn't care.
"I'm so sorry Chloe, I had no idea that girl- Max was your Max."
I stayed silent, my head on my mom's shoulder still holding her closely, tears still falling down my face.
"I'll take you too her if you want to see her now." He offered and my head went straight up, my eyes widened and I looked at him as is he were someone completely different.
"Can we go now?" I ask, almost desperately and he nods, offering his hand for me to take. He knew that I probably wouldn't take it and I didn't, I just got myself up with my own two legs.
He sighed out but he walked out my room, mom followed him out and spoke herself,
"I know you must needa see Max, Chloe... But she might look different now. She was s-shot 'nd might look..."
"I know mom. I just need to know if she's alright" Before I left my room, I picked up Max's bag and placed her journal back into it.
Afterwards, I made my way down the stairs and everyone got into David's muscle car. Me in the back whilst mom and David in their front seats. David drove off nearly instantly and we made our way to the hospital in silence,
"Do you think Max's parents will be there?" I ask out,
"I'm not sure... I'm gonna call Vanessa later, that is if this is still her number." Mom sighed out, looking defeated.
Mom looked tired... I'm sure she's not used to seeing me cry out over Max anymore and this was the first time she even just hugged me in years. I miss mom... But she's here again. Just with armyman douchebag.
Then again, he's alright. When he's not angry and pissed at every little thing I do- How did Max know he hit me? Did he hit me infront of her? I really need to know... She seemed like she knew that she wasn't going to wake up as if she predicted or knew that she was going to die after this. Oh fuck- She has to wake up.
The two adults noticed my change in posture and mom saw me tearing up, we arrived at the hospital in record time and left the car.
I nearly began running but David held my arm, I was about to shout but mom comforted me, "Chloe... Please, calm down. We'll be right here with you."
"Fine! Just let me go! I need to see her!"
Mom sighed and nodded, David let go and I speedwalked towards the reception with mom and David trailing after me.
"Hi, how can I help you" the receptionist asked,
Mom got there before I could shout or whatever, "We're here for Maxine Caulfield, we're family friends"
"Right... Let me check and see where she is and if visitors are allowed in"
A few tip-taps later and the woman let us go and see her, her room was on the next floor upwards and in a private room.
Ryan and Vanessa were there.
They were outside the room, Ryan hugging Vanessa and they both saw us three walking upwards.
"Joyce?" Ryan said and blinked, he saw me and had a light smile, "Max never told us she met with you again Chloe.."
"Uh... W-we kinda just met again..." I croaked out, holding back tears,
"Oh." Ryan said, they knew what I meant. They knew I was there with her.
"Was she... crying?" Vanessa said, looking at Chloe with tears in her eyes.
"Y-yeah... I- I held her.... a-and..." I was now crying and Max's parents moved towards me and hugged me as I wept, they knew what I was trying to say and tried to let me know it was okay.
"Is she okay?" I asked inbetween sobs,
Both parents let go of me and sat me down, they looked hopefull but stil worried.
"Maxine's condition seems like she's going to make a full recovery... But.." Ryan began
"But?" I say, desperately wanting to know what's happened
"They don't know how long till she wakes up, its between a few days till a week and that's whats worrying us" Ryan ended with,
"A week?! Isn't that- the longer she's asleep.."
"The worse things can get." Vanessa finished the sentence with tears in her eyes, she had tissues and tried to wipe them away but more came out.
"We never should have let her come here Ryan! She's our baby girl and we let her go so far away..."
"Shh... She'll be okay." Ryan reasured his wife and I looked at the ground, thinking.
Max was going to awaken but who knows how long till that happens? A day or two? That would be perfect...
I had questions running through my mind, everything was running too fast and a radio nearby was the only thing I was concentrating on now.
Latest news on the Prescott/ Jefferson story,
Nathan Prescott has confirmed shooting an 18-year-old school girl, name hidden due to privacy, in the Blackwell Adademy toilets and has confirmed in commiting more crimes such as kidnaping, drug abuse and manslaughter but has continuously said that his tutour- Mark Jefferson- had told him to do so.
That alarmed me. Max said that she was always drugged by Jefferson- Did he hurt her?! How- How did she know I was drugged... I need answers. Time travel?
Its amazing on how quickly I believe her... I'll always believe her. I just need her to be okay. And I'll wait as long as I need for you, Max. Your Captains' here with you all the way.