Remembering Sunday

And You Take That To New Extremes.

Her sheets were soaked in blood; she had cut her arm all the way up and down. She was pale,really pale.When the ambulance came Hellie went with her.I couldn't,something told me to wait.I'm gonna sound like the biggest dickhead for this but,I can't watch her die.The docs say there's not a chance in hell she's gonna live.I'm praying their wrong.I found a letter on her table adressed to Hellie and I,slowly I opened it and took out the piece of paper, reading with caution and shakey hands.

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There will be another chapter right now. Still in Max's point of view. So comment people! Please? :)