Chapter 1

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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Okay guys, this is a story for Sixty_feet_Under, Definently check their story's out! This is gonna be a Amberfield fic, and i'm so sorry but it's gonna start with Chloe dying... This is a very short chapter, i know, but the next chapter is coming up very soon (Because i just got vacation, FINALLY!), and believe me, that chapter is gonna be a whole lot more interesting! And here's a tip, while reading this, DON'T put Spanish Sahara on (The song Spanish Sahara from Foals), because i cried my eyes out xD

Enjoy! Xxx -E

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{MAX POV}

I didn't want this, not again, not my dear Chloe... I suddenly heard the bathroom door open, signaling that Nathan came in to the bathroom. He was talking to himself again. I started crying. I bit my hand to not make any noise. The bathroom door opened again, signaling that Chloe came in.

"So what do you want?"

"I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now, let's talk bidness"

"I got nothing for you"

"Wrong. You got hella cash"

I sat down on the floor. Why did Chloe make me choose between this. why did i have to choose between this, between saving Chloe, or saving everyone else... I loved Chloe, but Chloe insisted that i would save Arcadia. 

"You don't know who i am, or who you are messing around with!"

"Where'd ya get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!"

Hearing the panic in her voice, it made me feel so guilty. Chloe would die, without ever knowing that i was in Arcadia, without renembering the awesome week we had, without knowing what happened to Rachel...

"Don't EVER tell me what to do! I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!"

"You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs"

"Nobody would ever miss your punk ass would they?"

"Get that gun away from me pshyco!"

*BANG*

Teardrops fell between my legs. Chloe was dead. Everything became blurry. No... No, no, no, no.... Chloe was dead... I wanted to scream, i wanted do grab that gun and shoot Nathan, but i couldn't move... People came running in, on that moment everything blurred and I blacked out.

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