-Chloe's PoV-
I look at my tabel. My hands rubbing each other as if I was an evil scientist. I can't do it, but I need to.
I got up so quickly my head felt light. My hands grabbed the drawer and flew it open.
The edge of my vision became slightly blurry. I can't. I can't.
I grabbed the box and opened it to see the silver blade that called my name.
Max doesn't love me. There is no point.
I sit in my chair and take it to my wrist.
One. Max never loved me.
Two. She never will.
The blood trickles down to my finger tips. I bit my lip and felt my eyrs tear up.
Three. Why did I fall for her? I knew she wouldn't love me.
Four. She left me.
Five. Just like dad.
Six. Just like Rachel.
Seven. No one has ever loved me.
Eight. No one will ever love me.
I put the blade down when I hear the door down stairs slam.
Fuck.
I grab a small towel. And wrap it around my arm.
"Chloe?" I hear. The voice is of a small girl and she sounds scared. I open the door and look around.
"Who is it?" I yell. I see someone come upstairs. Her brown hair is all disheveled. "Max?"
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The Rebel And The Hippie
FanfictionMax and Rachel were best friends, before Max left for Seattle. Max returns to Arcadia Bay when she doesn't hear from Rachel. Max and a blue haired stranger Team up to find Rachel. But is that the only thing they find along the way?
