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Well, here is the second chapter. Sorry it took me so long, the drawing for this one was really a pain but I'm quite happy with it.
As the first chapter, I'd appeciate if you spot misspelled words or grammar mistakes, please let me know so I can fix it.

Thanks for reading!

[ GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT ]

CHAPTER 1: "TWISTED DESTINY" - fav.me/d9ghlaa
CHAPTER 2: "THIS IS REALITY" - fav.me/d9h8t2p
CHAPTER 3: "ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD" - fav.me/d9hp9xn
CHAPTER 4: "HIDDEN FEARS AND THEORIES" - fav.me/d9ifzos
CHAPTER 5: "FALLING THROUGH MEMORIES" - fav.me/d9imf5h
CHAPTER 6: "THE WHITE KNIGHT AND THE SIDEKICK" - fav.me/d9jtmak
CHAPTER 7: "MEMORIES OF THINGS THAT NEVER HAPPENED" - fav.me/d9jtnhy
CHAPTER 8: "SHATTERED" - fav.me/d9kob3p
CHAPTER 9: "IN ANY TIMELINE" - fav.me/d9ktfvh
CHAPTER 10 - "GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT" - fav.me/d9lpzn5
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CHAPTER 2
"THIS IS REALITY"

Silence. Tension. The small room was dark and cold, full of cigarette smoke and an unspoken awkwardness and anger.
“Full name, miss?” Asked the detective,intertwining her fingers over the metallic table. Her interlocutor just stared at her with fury, while expelling the smoke of her lungs with defiance.
“Miss, I know you don’t want to be here, neither do I, but this is where we are.” Insisted the detective, frowning at the girl.
“Price” answered the young woman with coldness. “Chloe Price.”
  They were at the police station in Arcadia Bay. Chloe was taken to an interrogation room in quality of witness of the shooting that took place in the bathroom at Blackwell Academy hours ago. After she went with Max to the hospital, and girl entered almost immediately to surgery. That’s when the cops took her and she couldn’t say no.
“You’re making this more difficult than it has to be” Said the detective, frowning at her.”If you just cooperate and answer the questions, you can go home. Maybe get some sleep”
  Chloe didn’t answer. She just crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, holding her cigarette with frowned lips. This wasn’t the first time in that room, of course, and she knew how things worked, but this time was different. She just wanted to send the detective straight to hell and run back to the hospital.
“If she didn’t make it… I fucking swear I’ll kill Prescott with my bare hands.” She thought.
“I know it’s been a long day for you… how are you feeling?” Asked the detective, trying to smooth her tone. Of course, it didn’t work.
“I’m fucking pissed off.” Said Chloe.“I should be in that hospital taking care of my friend. I don’t even know if she’s fucking alive, you know?”
“Look, I know what you must be going through…”
“Do you? Do you fucking know?” Asked Chloe, getting up all of the sudden and leaning over the table, looking straight at the officer like she was about to hit her. “Did a friend of yours just stepped out of fucking nowhere and took a shot for ya? Do you have any friend that was ready to die for you?”
  The detective didn’t answer and Chloe left herself fall again on the chair.
“That’s what I thought” She said, looking away with fury.
“Look… I just need you to answer some questions.” Insisted the detective, with a softer tone this time. “This is important. We really need your cooperation. There is something really bad happening in Arcadia Bay right now. You could help us to help you. And your friend.”
  Chloe sighed and crushed her cigarette with strength in the ashtray before looking at the detective again. She knew the detective couldn’t tell her what was happening, but if Nathan was under arrest, it may have something to do with it… and what he wanted to do with her on his room, after he dossed her.
“Ask your questions” She said. “Fast.”
“Tell me everything you know about… Nathan Prescott.”
Chloe clenched her fists, looked coldly at the detective... and started to talk.

  She left the police station an hour or so later and almost run to her truck, parked carelessly at the side of the road. She was lucky that the cops didn’t object when she asked to come to the police station with it. Since she was only a witness, the ride in the police car was unnecessary.
    She sat on the driver seat and released a deep sigh of desperation, just before she turned on the truck and drove to the hospital as fast as the old vehicle allowed her.

“Don’t think about it. Max’ll be fine. Joyce would have called you if something went wrong.”

  She past a stop sign without even looking at the sides and went on, even faster than before.
“I must be cursed, there is no other fucking explanation” She continued, her eyes wet. ”First dad dies, then Max left me, then Rachel disappeared and then Max comes back… and she hella saves my stupid ass in that bathroom… I can’t believe I’m in this fucking nightmare, I will not be able to accept that girl died for me, damn it! If she dies I will fucking strangle Prescott to death myself.”
  She parked the truck near the ambulances entrance and jumped off it. She was so rushed that she had to came back to the vehicle when she remembered the journal. She managed to take it, along with Max’s bag, before the police could take it away. She didn’t know why, but the thought of the cops reading the journal that Max wanted so bad to show Chloe make her feel uncomfortable.
  The book was on the passenger seat, sticky and stained with Max’s blood. Chloe remembered she was covered by her blood too and tried not to look at the dark red spots in her white t shirt.
“Read my… journal. I’d… explain… everything.”
  Max last words still ringed in her head.
“What the hell is this supposed to explain?” Thought Chloe, looking at the stained cover. ”You better be right, Caulfield.”

  Chloe found Joyce in the waiting room, with bags under her eyes and a worried look on her face, watching tv. She was alone, sitting on a metallic chair.
“Where is she?” Demanded Chloe, running to her mother. She tried to sound calm, but her broken and trembling voice betrayed her. “Is she alive? What happened?”
“She is still in surgery.” Answered Joyce with a worried look.”It’s been almost four hours now.”
“God fucking damn it!” Chloe punched the wall with a clenched fist and took of her beanie with fury. “I can’t take this anymore. Why are you alone? Where is step-prick?”
  If looks could kill, then Chloe would have died in the exact moment Joyce looked at her.
“David.” She emphasized. “He’s still at Blackwell. The police is there with him. Chloe, for god’s sake, take a seat! You’re getting me nervous too.”
“I can’t believe this happened. She was gone… she left! And there she comes back and takes a fucking shot for me. What the hell is this?”
  Joyce couldn’t answer. Chloe started to walk along room and finally, exhausted and furious, she took a seat on the far side of it, with Max’s journal in her hands…
“Should I really read this?” She asked herself. “She could tell me herself what happened if she survi… don’t say that, Chloe. Don’t be stupid. She said it would explain everything… what’s that exactly? Why she left? Why she didn’t call or write to me in five years?”
  She looked at the journal, unconvinced, angry and hurt. But as always, she couldn’t hate Max for what she have done. Chloe was angry, of course. She felt betrayed and abandoned when she left… but she never hated her friend. She never could, even if she wanted to. Part of her wondered why.
  And now… after what Max did… There was no point of being angry for the past. She owed Max her life.
  Chloe wiped out the tears of her blue eyes, opened the Journal and started reading, with her hands shaking and looking over the book from time to time to the hallway, where she expected to find a doctor with a smile, saying everything was okay. That Max was okay.
  That was until he reached the page in which Max talked about the bathroom… She almost lost her temper when she read about Max’s rewind powers. It was insane, unbelievable, the delirium of a geek… but how on earth she could know that she was on the bathroom? There was impossible for Max to write all that, it just had happened!
“What… the hell is this?”
     As she went through the journal, she wasn’t sure what to believe. Max’s journal had everything that happened to her written, it was impossible. How did Max know about Rachel Amber? How did she know about her stepfather? How did she know about Frank and… everything?
And that wasn’t all of it. Max’s descriptions of her were really accurate. The rebellion, the bad attitude, her characteristic smart ass answers… The fact that she thought to stole a gun from David’s locker… how bad Chloe wanted to have Rachel back and how Max wanted to help her find her too… The many times Chloe would have died… if it wasn’t for her power to rewind and save her life… exactly the same way she did at that bathroom. Everything would have made some sense… if it wasn’t impossible.
And then… She dared Max to kiss her. And… Max did?
“What the fuck did I just read?” She thought, trying to ignore the pang in her gut. “Why would she…? Whatever. Keep going, Chloe.”
     Then… everything went to shit. Rachel and Frank, together. It was like a stab in her chest, an awful pain in her heart, almost unbearable.
“This can’t be real. This journal… could it be?” She asked herself, looking at the tears wetting the paper in her hands. “If it is, Rachel was just another person that fucked you up. You’re fucking cursed, there is no other explanation. Everybody lies, no exceptions.”
And just a few moments later, she had to swallow her words and cry again, for another reason entirely. Rachel. Dead. Buried in the junkyard. Killed by Nathan Prescott.
"This isn’t real” She said in a whisper. “She can’t be dead, she just… She can’t be…”
Joyce’s voice, sad and shaken took her out of her rumbling.
“Oh, no…”
Chloe looked up. The news were on the tv of the waiting room. There was a reporter, a cute young girl with a microphone in her hand, talking to the camera, but Chloe didn’t listen. She couldn't.
She got up, and the journal fall to the floor, spitting all it’s contempts over it, wide open, as she almost run to the tv in disbelief and read the headline a thousand times until it sank in.
Rachel Amber was found. Dead. Buried in the junkyard… and the self - confessed murderer was Sean Prescott’s little son. Nathan.
Chloe felt herself hitting the ground with her knees, grabbing her head and crying, almost silently. She wanted to shout, to break things, to curse Arcadia Bay and everybody in it, but she couldn’t find her voice. She wanted to be dead in that bathroom instead of feeling this deep and torturing pain.
Not even Joyce’s hug could console her. Nothing would. She cried for what felt like hours on her mother's arms.
When she got back to her feet and returned to her chair, she looked at the journal on the floor. As if she needed more proof that everything was indeed real, while taking all the journal’s contents, there was a polaroid. A single picture of Max and… Chloe. Smiling on the morning light, on her room. She didn’t remember when was the last time she smiled so honestly.
“This is reality then. All of it.” She thought. “This is fucking real…"
  “Miss Price?”
Both, Joyce and Chloe looked up. The doctor was on the door frame, with his face wet of sweat and with a worn out expression on his face.
“The surgery was a success.” He announced. “Miss Caulfield is stable now, but unconcious. You can go to see her if you like. She’s in room 203. Did any of you contacted her parents?”

"Oh my fucking god, she's alive!"
Chloe didn’t wait to hear her mother’s answer. She picked up the journal and went to the hallway as fast as she could, with her heart beating fast on her chest. She didn’t know how she was able to cope with the pain and go to see her. Part of her wanted to shut down, mourn Rachel, cry her eyes out… But after all she read, after realizing all that crazy shit that was indeed real... after realizing Max had saved her life, over and over... She couldn't ignore the pun on her chest, the buterflies in her stomach.

  At the moment, the only thing she wanted to do was be right next to Max.

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Well, here is the second chapter. Sorry it took me so long, the drawing for this one was really a pain but I'm quite happy with it.
As the first chapter, I'd appeciate if you spot misspelled words or grammar mistakes, please let me know so I can fix it.

Thanks for reading!

[ GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT ]

CHAPTER 1 - TWISTED DESTINY - fav.me/d9ghlaa
CHAPTER 2 -

CREDITS
All characters belong to Dontnod and Square Enix
Fan art only. No copyright infringement intended.

Description

Well, here is the second chapter. Sorry it took me so long, the drawing for this one was really a pain but I'm quite happy with it.
As the first chapter, I'd appeciate if you spot misspelled words or grammar mistakes, please let me know so I can fix it.

Thanks for reading!

[ GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT ]

CHAPTER 1: "TWISTED DESTINY" - fav.me/d9ghlaa
CHAPTER 2: "THIS IS REALITY" - fav.me/d9h8t2p
CHAPTER 3: "ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD" - fav.me/d9hp9xn
CHAPTER 4: "HIDDEN FEARS AND THEORIES" - fav.me/d9ifzos
CHAPTER 5: "FALLING THROUGH MEMORIES" - fav.me/d9imf5h
CHAPTER 6: "THE WHITE KNIGHT AND THE SIDEKICK" - fav.me/d9jtmak
CHAPTER 7: "MEMORIES OF THINGS THAT NEVER HAPPENED" - fav.me/d9jtnhy
CHAPTER 8: "SHATTERED" - fav.me/d9kob3p
CHAPTER 9: "IN ANY TIMELINE" - fav.me/d9ktfvh
CHAPTER 10 - "GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT" - fav.me/d9lpzn5
__________________________________________________________________________________________________

CHAPTER 2
"THIS IS REALITY"

Silence. Tension. The small room was dark and cold, full of cigarette smoke and an unspoken awkwardness and anger.
“Full name, miss?” Asked the detective,intertwining her fingers over the metallic table. Her interlocutor just stared at her with fury, while expelling the smoke of her lungs with defiance.
“Miss, I know you don’t want to be here, neither do I, but this is where we are.” Insisted the detective, frowning at the girl.
“Price” answered the young woman with coldness. “Chloe Price.”
  They were at the police station in Arcadia Bay. Chloe was taken to an interrogation room in quality of witness of the shooting that took place in the bathroom at Blackwell Academy hours ago. After she went with Max to the hospital, and girl entered almost immediately to surgery. That’s when the cops took her and she couldn’t say no.
“You’re making this more difficult than it has to be” Said the detective, frowning at her.”If you just cooperate and answer the questions, you can go home. Maybe get some sleep”
  Chloe didn’t answer. She just crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, holding her cigarette with frowned lips. This wasn’t the first time in that room, of course, and she knew how things worked, but this time was different. She just wanted to send the detective straight to hell and run back to the hospital.
“If she didn’t make it… I fucking swear I’ll kill Prescott with my bare hands.” She thought.
“I know it’s been a long day for you… how are you feeling?” Asked the detective, trying to smooth her tone. Of course, it didn’t work.
“I’m fucking pissed off.” Said Chloe.“I should be in that hospital taking care of my friend. I don’t even know if she’s fucking alive, you know?”
“Look, I know what you must be going through…”
“Do you? Do you fucking know?” Asked Chloe, getting up all of the sudden and leaning over the table, looking straight at the officer like she was about to hit her. “Did a friend of yours just stepped out of fucking nowhere and took a shot for ya? Do you have any friend that was ready to die for you?”
  The detective didn’t answer and Chloe left herself fall again on the chair.
“That’s what I thought” She said, looking away with fury.
“Look… I just need you to answer some questions.” Insisted the detective, with a softer tone this time. “This is important. We really need your cooperation. There is something really bad happening in Arcadia Bay right now. You could help us to help you. And your friend.”
  Chloe sighed and crushed her cigarette with strength in the ashtray before looking at the detective again. She knew the detective couldn’t tell her what was happening, but if Nathan was under arrest, it may have something to do with it… and what he wanted to do with her on his room, after he dossed her.
“Ask your questions” She said. “Fast.”
“Tell me everything you know about… Nathan Prescott.”
Chloe clenched her fists, looked coldly at the detective... and started to talk.

  She left the police station an hour or so later and almost run to her truck, parked carelessly at the side of the road. She was lucky that the cops didn’t object when she asked to come to the police station with it. Since she was only a witness, the ride in the police car was unnecessary.
    She sat on the driver seat and released a deep sigh of desperation, just before she turned on the truck and drove to the hospital as fast as the old vehicle allowed her.

“Don’t think about it. Max’ll be fine. Joyce would have called you if something went wrong.”

  She past a stop sign without even looking at the sides and went on, even faster than before.
“I must be cursed, there is no other fucking explanation” She continued, her eyes wet. ”First dad dies, then Max left me, then Rachel disappeared and then Max comes back… and she hella saves my stupid ass in that bathroom… I can’t believe I’m in this fucking nightmare, I will not be able to accept that girl died for me, damn it! If she dies I will fucking strangle Prescott to death myself.”
  She parked the truck near the ambulances entrance and jumped off it. She was so rushed that she had to came back to the vehicle when she remembered the journal. She managed to take it, along with Max’s bag, before the police could take it away. She didn’t know why, but the thought of the cops reading the journal that Max wanted so bad to show Chloe make her feel uncomfortable.
  The book was on the passenger seat, sticky and stained with Max’s blood. Chloe remembered she was covered by her blood too and tried not to look at the dark red spots in her white t shirt.
“Read my… journal. I’d… explain… everything.”
  Max last words still ringed in her head.
“What the hell is this supposed to explain?” Thought Chloe, looking at the stained cover. ”You better be right, Caulfield.”

  Chloe found Joyce in the waiting room, with bags under her eyes and a worried look on her face, watching tv. She was alone, sitting on a metallic chair.
“Where is she?” Demanded Chloe, running to her mother. She tried to sound calm, but her broken and trembling voice betrayed her. “Is she alive? What happened?”
“She is still in surgery.” Answered Joyce with a worried look.”It’s been almost four hours now.”
“God fucking damn it!” Chloe punched the wall with a clenched fist and took of her beanie with fury. “I can’t take this anymore. Why are you alone? Where is step-prick?”
  If looks could kill, then Chloe would have died in the exact moment Joyce looked at her.
“David.” She emphasized. “He’s still at Blackwell. The police is there with him. Chloe, for god’s sake, take a seat! You’re getting me nervous too.”
“I can’t believe this happened. She was gone… she left! And there she comes back and takes a fucking shot for me. What the hell is this?”
  Joyce couldn’t answer. Chloe started to walk along room and finally, exhausted and furious, she took a seat on the far side of it, with Max’s journal in her hands…
“Should I really read this?” She asked herself. “She could tell me herself what happened if she survi… don’t say that, Chloe. Don’t be stupid. She said it would explain everything… what’s that exactly? Why she left? Why she didn’t call or write to me in five years?”
  She looked at the journal, unconvinced, angry and hurt. But as always, she couldn’t hate Max for what she have done. Chloe was angry, of course. She felt betrayed and abandoned when she left… but she never hated her friend. She never could, even if she wanted to. Part of her wondered why.
  And now… after what Max did… There was no point of being angry for the past. She owed Max her life.
  Chloe wiped out the tears of her blue eyes, opened the Journal and started reading, with her hands shaking and looking over the book from time to time to the hallway, where she expected to find a doctor with a smile, saying everything was okay. That Max was okay.
  That was until he reached the page in which Max talked about the bathroom… She almost lost her temper when she read about Max’s rewind powers. It was insane, unbelievable, the delirium of a geek… but how on earth she could know that she was on the bathroom? There was impossible for Max to write all that, it just had happened!
“What… the hell is this?”
     As she went through the journal, she wasn’t sure what to believe. Max’s journal had everything that happened to her written, it was impossible. How did Max know about Rachel Amber? How did she know about her stepfather? How did she know about Frank and… everything?
And that wasn’t all of it. Max’s descriptions of her were really accurate. The rebellion, the bad attitude, her characteristic smart ass answers… The fact that she thought to stole a gun from David’s locker… how bad Chloe wanted to have Rachel back and how Max wanted to help her find her too… The many times Chloe would have died… if it wasn’t for her power to rewind and save her life… exactly the same way she did at that bathroom. Everything would have made some sense… if it wasn’t impossible.
And then… She dared Max to kiss her. And… Max did?
“What the fuck did I just read?” She thought, trying to ignore the pang in her gut. “Why would she…? Whatever. Keep going, Chloe.”
     Then… everything went to shit. Rachel and Frank, together. It was like a stab in her chest, an awful pain in her heart, almost unbearable.
“This can’t be real. This journal… could it be?” She asked herself, looking at the tears wetting the paper in her hands. “If it is, Rachel was just another person that fucked you up. You’re fucking cursed, there is no other explanation. Everybody lies, no exceptions.”
And just a few moments later, she had to swallow her words and cry again, for another reason entirely. Rachel. Dead. Buried in the junkyard. Killed by Nathan Prescott.
"This isn’t real” She said in a whisper. “She can’t be dead, she just… She can’t be…”
Joyce’s voice, sad and shaken took her out of her rumbling.
“Oh, no…”
Chloe looked up. The news were on the tv of the waiting room. There was a reporter, a cute young girl with a microphone in her hand, talking to the camera, but Chloe didn’t listen. She couldn't.
She got up, and the journal fall to the floor, spitting all it’s contempts over it, wide open, as she almost run to the tv in disbelief and read the headline a thousand times until it sank in.
Rachel Amber was found. Dead. Buried in the junkyard… and the self - confessed murderer was Sean Prescott’s little son. Nathan.
Chloe felt herself hitting the ground with her knees, grabbing her head and crying, almost silently. She wanted to shout, to break things, to curse Arcadia Bay and everybody in it, but she couldn’t find her voice. She wanted to be dead in that bathroom instead of feeling this deep and torturing pain.
Not even Joyce’s hug could console her. Nothing would. She cried for what felt like hours on her mother's arms.
When she got back to her feet and returned to her chair, she looked at the journal on the floor. As if she needed more proof that everything was indeed real, while taking all the journal’s contents, there was a polaroid. A single picture of Max and… Chloe. Smiling on the morning light, on her room. She didn’t remember when was the last time she smiled so honestly.
“This is reality then. All of it.” She thought. “This is fucking real…"
  “Miss Price?”
Both, Joyce and Chloe looked up. The doctor was on the door frame, with his face wet of sweat and with a worn out expression on his face.
“The surgery was a success.” He announced. “Miss Caulfield is stable now, but unconcious. You can go to see her if you like. She’s in room 203. Did any of you contacted her parents?”

"Oh my fucking god, she's alive!"
Chloe didn’t wait to hear her mother’s answer. She picked up the journal and went to the hallway as fast as she could, with her heart beating fast on her chest. She didn’t know how she was able to cope with the pain and go to see her. Part of her wanted to shut down, mourn Rachel, cry her eyes out… But after all she read, after realizing all that crazy shit that was indeed real... after realizing Max had saved her life, over and over... She couldn't ignore the pun on her chest, the buterflies in her stomach.

  At the moment, the only thing she wanted to do was be right next to Max.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________

Well, here is the second chapter. Sorry it took me so long, the drawing for this one was really a pain but I'm quite happy with it.
As the first chapter, I'd appeciate if you spot misspelled words or grammar mistakes, please let me know so I can fix it.

Thanks for reading!

[ GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT ]

CHAPTER 1 - TWISTED DESTINY - fav.me/d9ghlaa
CHAPTER 2 -

CREDITS
All characters belong to Dontnod and Square Enix
Fan art only. No copyright infringement intended.