𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐱 :: The Next Door Neighbors

the missing girl.

max's pov:

immediately after i saw the news, i was about to go to jane's house and see what her family is doing about this.

i cant believe that she's missing. where did she go after the cemetery? where did she leave to? why hasnt she come back yet?

"mom, i'll go check-"

"no, you're not checking anything, you're staying right here. where ever jane is right now, we dont know. she could've been kidnapped, max. and the kidnapper might be circling the neighbourhood."

"mom, they probably need support, like help looking for her-"

"maxine, i said no."

maxine. mom hasnt called me that in years. its always max.
the hell is maxine for?

maxine is dead.

mom knows exactly what happened in california, she knows what happened to the old me. the old me is dead,
maxine is dead, dead name, dead person. shes gone.

moms upset and she thinks calling me by my full name is okay?

"shes my friend, i want to help look for her."

"her family probably didnt even realize she hasnt came home yet."

the audacity she had
to just say that out loud.

"stop it, just let me see how theyre doin-"

"maxine mayfield, for the last time, you're not going anywhere. go to your room,
and go to sleep."

mom said as she turned off the television and placing the remote on the table, and getting up from the couch.

why is she so against me trying to help look for a friend?
is the police even looking for her?

my mom sighs as she walks up to me.

"im sure shes fine, okay? maybe she stayed at a friends house, hm?"

"a friends house? mom, then why does her family not know where she is, and called the police? they all obviously know shes not home and missing."

she rubs her temples and closes her eyes.

"oh, max, just zip it for once."

she opens her eyes and looks at me with a tired look on her face.

"i dont know, okay? i dont know. lets get some rest now, and in the morning they'll probably have some more updates about her, alright? look, im sure shes fine, honey, okay?"

why is she getting annoyed?
im worrying for someone,
thats a good sign.
its better than what i was
doing back in california
thats for sure.

i return a blank glare, and walk past her, gently hitting my arm off of hers.

she turns around to look at me and walks up quickly to the stairs, watching me run two stairs at a time.

"max?"

i hear her sigh, and turn off the lights downstairs, and walking up the stairs.

i shut the door of my room and throw myself onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.

seriously? shes treating this like some kind of joke, i mean yeah, theres pretty much nothing we can really do at half past nine at night.