This Is The Story Of The Wild One.

(July 17th, 2011. 11AM)

I woke up to my alarm clock's beeping piercing right through my happy dreams. Groaning, I rolled of the tiny mattress and got up onto my feet, shutting off the alarm. Once up I shuffled over to my open suitcase and picked out some clothes and a pair of combats (Max's outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/this_is_story_wild_one/set?id=101875586#fans). I quickly changed into my fresh clothes and threw my dirty ones into the old hamper that sat in the corner of my room. After that I walked over to my 'desk' (which was really just several cardboard boxes stacked ontop of each other with a small mirror on top. We were broke in case you haven't gathered), picked up my hair brush and started de-knotting my hair and styling it.

A painful hour of messing with my hair later, I finally got it to sit right. At this point I didn't have the patience to do my make-up so I just left my face the way it was. Next I put in my ice-white contacts.I liked wearing coloured contacts to cover my real eye colour since I hated them. Lastly I checked all my piercings, making sure none of my jewellery was missing or lose. Once certain all my piercings were in check I left my bedroom and wondered into the kitchen.

When I got into the little small box-like kitchen I found a little note on the counter. I picked it up with my paint stained fingers and read aloud:

"Max, I've went out to the place I wouldn't tell you about yesterday.
Don't worry about where I am.
I'll be home soon.
I still promise to tell you where I'm at when I get home.

~Dad x"

Well fuck, this must be serious. My dad never left me notes like that when he went out unless he went somewhere important.

I put the note in my back pocket and decided I would try and take my mind off of all this by drawing in the notepad the was dumped on the counter I was sat at. It didn't really matter whether it was my notepad or not because me and dad pretty much shared them all anyways since Dad drew the storyboards and whatever else he had to illustrate on printer paper.

There's only one notepad I have that is only mine and that is the one that sits under my mattress with a padlock on it. I will never let anyone in there because it's filled with all my darkest secrets, it's filled with all my drawings that no one should ever see. It's got my old suicide note in it for christ sake.
My dad hasn't even seen what's inside of it, actually I don't think he even knows I have it. In all honesty he would be fuming if he found out I had that notepad partly because of what is inside and partly because of who it previously belonged too..

I opened up the notepad on the counter and flipped to a fresh page.
You can look almost anywhere in the house and you'll find a pencil or pen lying about so to no surprise there was a pencil placed right next to the empty fruit bowl just opposite me.. I needed to go shopping soon.

I picked up the pencil and started to draw.
I drew a huge shadow in the centre of the page. Then I drew a large black rope on the shadow that had a symbol on it. I couldn't really explain how the symbol looked but it seemed like it could be used for a church maybe? After that I drew on some devil-like horns on the top of the shadow and then gave it a face. I sketched out a classic skull face on the shadow but it looked like a mask, which actually looked better than I thought.

I was just about to start on the shading when I heard the front door open.
I instantly dropped the pencil in my hand and sprinted over to my dad, who was the one who opened the door.
"Dad where were you? Are you okay? Did something happen?" I started rambling a bunch of questions to him, until I saw the tears in his eyes. I stopped with the questions and just flat out hugged him. When I did he started sobbing into my shoulder! What was going on?

"It's going to be okay. We can get through whatever has happened." I said in a calm tone once he had finally calmed down. We were now sat on the living room couch.
"No Max.. You don't understand. I can't get through what has happened." Dad sniffed.
"Well what happened then?" I asked, expecting him to reply with 'the Landlord raised our rent and we can't live here any more' or something like that. Boy I was wrong.
"When I tell you this. Promise me you wont get angry.. I've only just got the front door replaced from the last time." Dad joked, trying to lighten the mood which really did not work. At all.
"All right.. Go on." I mumbled.
"Right.. So I uh.. went to the doctors and he.. uh did a test." He trailed off.
"Yeah.."
"Uhm.. The test was to judge whether or not I have c-cancer..."
"And.." I balled my hands in fists and my knuckles went white.
"Max. I have cancer.. and it's terminal." Dad sighed.
"What." I whispered. It dawned on me.
He was going to die.
My dad was going to be dead.
I'll be all alone on this earth.

I grew angrier and angrier by the second. It was a problem I had, no matter what I'm supposed to feel I'll almost always get angry. I punch things, I kick things and scream things. It's just always happened and it's something I cannot control.
I wish that I would feel something other then anger. But I can't.

I stood up from the couch and stepped over to the main wall that ran through the house. I collied my fist violently with it, resulting in a slight dent in the wall and a sharp pain from my knuckle.

"No. You fucking can't. No, no, no." I started off screaming but then ended in a small whisper.
"I'm so so so sorry Max. I know I promised I would never leave you, please don't be angry with me." Dad apologised while hugging my shoulders.
"I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad at the situation. Also forget that promise and listen to mine; I'm not leaving your side. Ever." I said into his chest.
"Well.. See that's the thing. You are going to leave my side and I want you to. While I was gone I organized for you to go live with your cousin over in LA. It's for the best. I want you to have the best of the best and live in a stunning house instead this vile apartment."
"What? No!" I broke away from the hug. "I'm staying here with you."
"No Max. You're not. If you truly wanted the best for me and you then go live with you cousin." Dad said sternly.
"I've never even met him!" I yelled.
"Yes you have. When you were 5 he was about 17 at the time."
"Oh we met once 10 years ago? We're basically best fucking friends!"
"Max." Dad yelled back.
"Fine." I sighed, "But I'm not leaving your side until he comes."
"Good, He'll be here this time next week and I promise Ashley will take care of you. Me and him used to hang out alot before you were born." Dad smiled.
"So where does she live again?" I asked.
"HE lives in LA." He chuckled.
"Oh whoops." I laughed with him.

It was going to be hard to leave this man.
Really hard.

Notes

Same as last; Probably sucks because it's old but hey ho.

I'm having hard times with friends and stuff right now so..
Also I'm having a terrible writers block.
AND I'm dealing with my depression.
Oh and then there's school.

So yeah.
I hope you kinda enjoy<3

I love you guys.
Never Give In, Never Back Down and We'll Brave This Storm.
xx
~FlareOfTheDevil~