im just gonna post the last two chapters ok warning these are like really sad/mature so like idk?? "Somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence," [maxwell's point of view] My car swerved on the road, causing my head to spin even more. All my mind was focused on what getting to my destination, but everything was blurry. I don't know why I thought this was a good idea, but at least it might get the job done quicker. Not only was my head pulsing from the drinking, but also from the silence. I couldn't seem to find the radio and turn it on, therefore leaving me alone with nothing to distract myself with. I felt a huge jolt spring throughout my body, causing the pain to increase. I had no clue what happened, but finally being able to feel something made me smile. To others, I might seem crazy, and honestly, I'm not arguing with them. Here I am, drunk and driving on a road, trying to get to the old train station to finally feel something other than emptiness. I forgot what it was like to feel emotion, therefore drinking and reckless driving was the most I could do. Sure, pain wasn't the best thing to feel, but it was all I could do. It was all I knew. I'm not sure when I finally reached the train station, but when I did, I could feel the adrenaline pumping throughout my veins. This wasn't something that people did on a Wednesday evening, but hey, who cares? Not me. But that's thing; I really do care. I put this mask on, acting as if I was fearless and didn't care what people thought, but deep down, I did. Maybe that's what caused all of this to happen. I looked down at my wrist watch and tried to read the time, making sure it was somewhat close to eleven. The numbers were blurred, but I could see that it was around ten forty-five. Something like that, but I knew it wasn't eleven. Thank God I haven't missed it. This was the second night I've come here, and the first time, I missed the train. That night was probably the worst night yet, getting my hopes up but then failing myself, again. I stumbled out of my car onto the gravel outside of the old train station, my vision blacking out. I smiled to myself as I felt the tears brimming my eyes. Not out of sadness though, of happiness. I was doing this, I was finally doing this. And for the first time in ages, I felt happy. I started to walk, more stumble, over to what I believed were the train tracks. I could feel the adrenaline more than ever now, the pain filling my head starting to cloud away. This was it, this was the end. Finally. Soon, I could see the outline of the tracks right before my feet. I kneeled down before them, feeling a tear or two slowly fall down my cheek. I rolled over and lay down there, shifting around to try to get comfortable. I checked my watch, seeing that the time was around ten fifty-six. Four more minutes. Four more minutes until the end. I shut my eyes and braced myself for- "Max?"
