Last Chance

Small world after all (The End)

Asia's POV

Four Months Later...

It had been four months of recovery. Four months of therapy and pain medications for everybody, especially Ashley and Max. I had missed so much school it was ridiculous. I had to make up for it by going to after school, learning the lessons and making up the work. I was stressed but I handled it. And the other half of it I'd go to summer school to make up for it. It sucked but we had been through hell as it is. I was at home watching TV when my phone buzzed. I had gotten a new phone since my new one was destroyed and lost.

It was Max.

I texted him back.

*How'd your therapy go?* I sent the message to him. A few minutes passed by.

*It went okay. I still have a few sessions left, but I dont know...* I only sighed. I wouldn't blame him for needing all the therapy from the hell we went through. Even my parents tried to talk to me about it, but I kept my mouth shut. I wrote about it in a secret journal, about how I felt through the whole thing. And when I was done I burned it. I took my phone and texted back,

*I'm sure you'll be okay...we all will be* and in a matter of time we would be. My mind then suddenly dozed of to the night we were found by the FBI, after Lewis had been shot,...

After Lewis had been shot I had clung to Max. FBI and police were investigating the house for any other people. From what it had seemed Max's parents had been out with a couple of friends but didn't take their cars. They were gonna have a big mess to clean up off their carpet, but that was beside the point. A couple of people walked over to me and took me away from Max. I started to kick and scream.

"No he's dying. I need to be with him!" I started my voice cracking. The girl who had my grip on my arm looked at me. "He'll be alright. We're taking him to the hospital." I saw a bunch of EMTs rush in and lift Max onto the gourney, and bring him outside to the ambulance.

"But I need to be with him!" I cried breaking down. I didn't want to be in the house. It was filled with death and blood. The smell of it wandered up my nose and I started to get woozy.

"Are you alright?" the lady asked me, but before I could even answer, I passed out.

Blinking I shook my head getting away from the memory. I sighed going back to the TV ignoring my phone. That is, until it rang. It was from a strange number. I picked it up,

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey Asia." It was Ashley. I smiled a bit.

"Hey Ashley. How are you feeling?"  I heard her groan in pain and whine a bit.

"I wanna get outta here. I hate this place." she complained. I chuckled.

"Well the sooner you feel better the sooner you can leave." she sighed with a response: "I know."

"Our conversation continued from there until she had to go. I then ate dinner, showered and went to bed. Lying in bed It took me forever to sleep. I knew I'd have nightmares tonight. And the next night. I would only see their faces. Finally after a while, I drifted off for once into a peaceful slumber dreaming of nothing but darkness.