Max's POV
what the actual fuck was that... why was David talking to himself....and what did he mean...
I decided I would sneak into his room but I can't just walk in. I guess I'll have to find my own way in. I crawled through a vent. They didn't work but used to, way back when. I kind of remember David telling me about how they got shut down the year before he came here as a camper.
It was hard to hear in there, I only heard a few things come from his mouth. Something along the lines of "he's suppose to be mine". This is getting worrisome.
It was cold in the vent but my steaming body heat from always wearing this sweatshirt in the middle of the fucking summer helped. I laid down and rested my head across my arms. It was oddly comfortable in there. I ended up falling asleep peacefully, it was strange. Even without Mr.Honey nuts I managed to sleep well.
I woke up a few hours later. It was late afternoon but I was to comfortable to leave the vent for a few minutes so I laid down and relaxed. It's been a while since I've slept so well, probably because I'm in a small space. I always tended to enjoy being in tight spaces. I felt safe, like I was in my big brother's arms again. He used to protect me from mom and dad. Mostly mom. Dad tended to bring his rage onto him instead. But one day mother was extremely mad at him. For helping me. All he did was bandage my wounds and feed me, but she didn't like that one bit. She hit him, hard. He fell back and broke his skull open. She left him there to die... And I was stuck in a room with my dead brother for days....
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RomanceDavid seems off... Max has noticed the strange behavior of David lately but shrugs it off, until it's too much. he still doesn't get involved he instead avoids David, which, was a horrible mistake.
