Do You Remember?
Author's Notes: This is disturbing. I mean it. Do not read it and save yourself. You have been warned. It is the worst thing I have written. I couldn't not write it.
Flames are appreciated, and will be used to burn the paper this is written on.
Nobody loves you more than I do, Max.
Do you remember? When you were eleven? The year after I escaped the School with you?
Do you remember the nightmare that woke you one night? Do you remember walking from your room? Do you remember me finding you curled up by one of the windows? Do you remember me holding you as you cried?
You looked so beautiful in the moonlight, a regular Angel, but we both knew better.
Do you remember me picking you up, and carrying you to bed?
Do you remember that kiss goodnight? Do you remember?
I remember. My lips on yours. The first time of many. And when I pulled away, that look of surprise and confusion on your face. And I held you. "It's alright," I whispered, "It's alright. Daddy knows what he's doing."
Do you remember. You trusted me. No matter what.
You always were my favourite.
My favourite, My Maximum Ride.
Do you remember?
Yes, Jeb. I remember. I remember that I was a child and you used me. I remember, and I try to forget.
Don't forget to Flame!