Who am I? COMPLETED

Take me to country road

Gwen pov

I swear to whoever the hell created us, if the little shit has cigarettes. Oh my god, I'll kill 'em.

I reached the tent, which was suprisingly well kept. I didn't want to completely violate his personal space, but I still had to look.

Third person

She started looking through drawers. "Hoodie...hoodie....hoodie.. nothing." She mumbled to herself. "Why is all of his clothes hoodies and jeans..?"

She thought nothing of it though.

She looked over at his made cot. She lifted up the pillow to be greeted by Mr. Honeynuts, she smiled softly, he was so mature for a ten year old, but she could understand why. He had to take care of himself. Poor kid.

Nothing was around. She checked everywhere, but underneath the cot. She ducked down and looked underneath the cot there was one thing. It was a medium yet long box at the far end.
She ducked down all the way and grabbed the medium box. She sat down and leaned on the cot.

She took a deep breath and opened the box.

Ten packs of cigarettes, some cigarettes buts,two lighters, a pint of lighter fluid,and a knife.

Her heart dropped. She couldn't understand. How could a ten year old even get cigarettes?

And...why did he have a knife?

At the counselors' office

David's pov

Max was pacing back and forth fiddling with his hands, and tugging and the sleeves of his hoodie.

"Max, you okay bud?" I asked before I could say another word he looks up and yells. "DO I FUCKING LOOK LIKE IM OKAY!?" He said with an obviously angry expression, but his voice..it sounded nervous.

"Max, calm down. It's okay." I tried.

Max shook his head. "Im done for..this is it..just go take me down to the country road...and leave me." He mumbled in hushed tone.

"Max it's okay! Just calm down."

No, no, no. David you don't understand. This is it for me. You or Gwen are going to call my parents and it's going to when I go.." he stopped pacing he mashed his teeth together. "Home." He said qith his teeth gritting. "It'll be all over."

He sighed.

"Max what do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean that he'll fucking murder me!" He immediately covered his mouth with his hands.

It was like he just went in robot mode. His eyes dulled in color and he went pale. He turned around and walked out the door. "Max! Max! Get back here!" He just kept walking. I was left alone standing in the door way. 'Why?'

Gwen pov

I sat there looking at the box, but then things started to add up. He wore hoodies all summer. Even in 100° degree weather. I looked up when I saw a dead looking Max open the tent flap.

"Gwen?" He asked monotone.

"Yeah?"

"Give me my box, please."