Where is Maxie?

No it's worse.

Chapter 3:

My breath hitched.

I shook my head as silent tears fell.

"N-no" I whispered

"The police found h-her body, in the old drain pipe." She cried.

"N-no" was all I could say.

"She's gone." She whispered

"No!" I screamed as I raced up the stairs and burst into Maxie's room and turned it upside down, before collapsing onto the pink rug that had a little black stain on it from when Maxie and I were 10 and decided to paint our nails.

*flashback*

"Maxie I don't think we should be doing this." I sighed as I picked the little bottle of nail paint up and examined it.

"It's fine. Lola does it all the time" she laughed as she picked up the black nail polish and began painting her toe nails.

As she finished off her last toe her hand bumped the bottle and black paint spilt onto her new pink rug.

"Oh crabs." I yelled

"Mum is going to kill me." she yelled.

*end flashback*

"Honey, I think I should call your Dad." Mrs Brown said as she walked into the room.

"P-please just let me stay here for a while?" I pleaded as my voice cracked.

She nodded and left.

Maxie can't be gone.

She just can't be.

It isn't possible.

I walked out onto Maxie's vine covered balcony that looked almost identical to mine, we made them look that way.

"Maxie? If you cant hear me, please listen. Please just tell me this is all some sick joke. Please. Oh god what am I going to do without you?" I cried.

I sat there for a while.

Just imaging her beautiful face.

Her freckles, her light eyes, her dark hair that she has died just too many times.

Her smile. That ever-present smile that hung on her beautiful face. That smile that hid so many secrets and so much pain.

I know this girl inside and out, backwards and forwards, she can't be just gone.

Can she?

I walked back inside and layed on her bed.

It smelt of her.

Her perfume 'the little pink dress'.

I cried as the memory of my awful dream raced through my mind.

The image of her, covered in cuts and bruises.

"Please come back." I whispered whilst tears ran down my cheeks.

The tears eventually ran out and I just sat, sobbing into the nothingness that is my life.

The darkness that will be ever-present in my broken soul, is comforting.

The hurt that burns like fire in the pit of my stomach, is torturous, but at the same time no pain could ever equal the same amount of pain that I feel.

It's like stubbing your pinkie toe 10 times on a table.

No it's worse, it's like little tiny blades jabbing into every single part of your body whilst a fire is being lit at your feet.