The sun began to sink below the horizon, making the normally blue ocean appear orange. Max stared at it for a minute, then chewed her lip. Her mind was telling her to do something that she hadn't done in a long while. Even though she knew her mind had come up with the idea in desperation and hopelessness, Max was beginning to want to give in. She hated being here, she hated arguing, she hated feeling hopeless, and she hated being weak. It wasn't even the fact that Kyle hated her--she knew she did; by now it was quite obvious--that bothered her. It was just the fact that she'd managed to make yet another human being hate her to her core. Max was a good girl, just sometimes short-tempered. She was quiet most of the time, which made her even more vulnerable. Lost in her thoughts, she sighed and shook her head. It was all too much. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she mumbled quietly to Sean and Beck, then stood and walked to the forest. Once she decided she was a good enough distance away from the others, she found a rock that looked as though it had a sharp enough edge. Sucking in a deep breath, she held out her left wrist and drew a thin line along her flesh with the rock's edge, pressing just hard enough to draw blood. The pain almost helped her, in a way. Max knew it was twisted, and she hated it, but she just couldn't help it. After she'd finished, she threw the rock deeper into the forest and wiped the blood from her wrist with a leaf, causing it to sting painfully. She carefully wrapped the leaf around her wrist, then stepped back out onto the sand and sat beside Sean again as though nothing had happened.