Ambulances. Sirens. Bruises. Blood. Thin bones cracking.

I never thought this would happen to me. I never thought shadows could hide in my head, never thought Ana would worm her way in and take me prisoner. But it did, it happened.

It wasn't my fault. He did it to me. And he was the last person I would have ever expected.

Maxs PoV

It all started one summer afternoon, while I was walking down the street with my boyfriend and my best friend. We were heading to the ice cream shop, something we did once or twice a week during the summer. I held hands with my boyfriend, Dylan, smiling at his stupid jokes. My best friend, Fang, walked on the other side of me, smirking at us being all lovey dovey. Even though he always complained about us being so mushy, he never declined the offer to tag along.

Summers are always hot here, so Dylan and I were in tank tops, shorts, and flip flops. Fang, though, he wore black skinny jeans, black sneakers, and a black t-shirt. With his black hair and dark eyes and olive skin, I was surprised he didn't spontaneously combust. Dylan had golden hair and Caribbean blue eyes. His skin was tan, like mine, from being outside all the time.

We were almost to the shop when I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. Before I could faceplant, Dylan had scooped me up, bridal style.

He pretended to sag under my weight as I laughed. "Geez, you weigh a ton!" he said. "What have you been eating, rocks?" I just smirked.

"Why, is your head missing some?" I shot back.

Fang just smirked and shook his head. Dylan laughed and set me back on my feet, giving me a quick peck on the lips as we walked into the shop.

We all ordered what we usually did. Dylan got a single scoop of vanilla (lame) I got a double scoop of chocolate (yum) and Fang got a single scoop of mint chocolate chip (ok). While we were paying, I saw Dylan frown at my ice cream.

"What?" I asked. "You're looking at it like it just killed your mother." He didn't smile at my joke.

"I was just thinking… maybe you should try getting something else next time."

I blinked in surprise. "Like what?" I asked. "I always get this."

"Yeah I know it's just… alot of it. Maybe try getting a single scoop next time."

"What for?" Fang interjected, stepping forward to stand next to me. "It's not like she has to watch her weight."

Dylan just frowned and didn't say anything.

What was going on with him?

Time Skip

After we ate our ice cream, we walked back towards our houses. Fang split off at his house, and Dylan and I continued on to mine. He was going to stay for dinner tonight.

"So what as that about? At the ice cream shop." Dylan sighed.

"It was nothing."

"If it was nothing you wouldn't have said anything. Spill."

He sighed again and stopped walking. "Ok, fine. I'm getting a little concerned about you." he confessed.

"Concerned?" I asked, bemused. "About what?"

"You eat nothing but junk all the time, Max, and never do alot of exercise."

"I have a fast metabolism." I replied, getting a little defensive. I had never had issues with my weight before, why was he suddenly having them?

"But that won't last forever. Don't you want to be healthy?" Dylan was looking at me seriously, with concern in his eyes. I still wasn't convinced.

"Dylan, I am healthy. My BMI is 18.9, where it should be. I don't have to lose any weight."

"Do you want me to be honest with you?" he suddenly said, facing me and taking both of my hands in his. I cautiously nodded, not sure if I really did or not. "Quite honestly Max, you've put on some weight. See?" he pinched some fat off my forearm, some off my hips.

I pulled away from his hands. "And is that a problem?" I hissed. I swear, if he said he didn't want to be with me because he thought I was fat…

"No, no. Not the weight. I just…" he ran his hands through his hair. "I just don't know if I can be with someone who doesn't take care of herself." Panic flared in me. Sure, it was pathetic, but I really cared about Dylan. Maybe even… loved him. Compared with losing him, what was a little less ice cream and more fruit now and again? It couldn't be that hard.

And besides, he was probably right about my metabolism. I need to break my bad habits before that runs out on me.

"You're right." I said softly, taking his hand. "I need to start taking better care of myself." I looked up into his clear blue eyes, which twinkled as he smiled his gorgeous smile at me. "Will you help me?"

"Of course I will Max." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. I smiled against them.

I wouldn't be losing my boyfriend today.

Fangs PoV

I stomped up the stairs to my room, slamming the door. I threw myself onto the bed and screamed into the mattress.

I hated doing that. Going to the ice cream shop with them all the time, watching Max and Dylan get all close and flirty. I hated the way he looked at her, that look that just knew he had won the prize and I had lost. But what I hated more was how Max looked at him. She looked at him with so much love and adoration it made my stomach churn.

I had known her all her life. Then last year perfect pretty boy Dylan moves in across the street. They get together and I'm just the third wheel best friend with the crush.

Yea, I liked Max. A lot. I might even love her. So you can imagine how hard it is for me to watch them kiss and hug and goof around and see Max laugh at all his stupid jokes. I should be the one kissing Max. I should be the one picking her up and smiling at her and making her laugh.

But I lost. I lost and Dylan won.

It's over.

I sighed and forced myself to my feet. I had to work off some of this frustration, or I would explode. I headed downstairs, grabbing my gym bag as I left the house.

(A/N TA-DA! new fic! FOr those of you who voted for Rebel Love Song, fear not! I will be posting that one as soon as LOst in the Dark is finished. Enjoy! R&R