Max had put his foot in a small space, stopping her from closing the door, knowing people were going to slam doors in their faces. "Why did you scream?" He asked gently.
The lady held up a shaky finger. "You're……not……normal….." She rasped. Mickey had had a feeling that this would happen, and she had brought her 'face'. She held it up and put it onto her face, it fitting perfectly.
"What do you mean?" Max asked, slightly tilting his head to the right.
"People don't look like you! And what did you do to Mikayla?!" She screamed, seeing the porcelain face.
"I didn't do anything to Mikayla, and can you explain what you mean by 'People don't look like you'?" He asked, his foot still blocking the door from closing.
"You're not made of porcelain!"
"But we're still human beings."
"You….you can't be!"
"If we're not human beings, how can we talk to you? how can you see us?"
The old lady pushed Max and slammed the door closed, locking it.
Max stumbled back and fell but quickly got up, dusting himself off and sighing. "So, we're still alive?" He asked.
"Seems so," Mickey answered.
"So, what do you want to do then?" Max asked, smiling at her.
"I don't know."
"Neither do I."
Mickey sat on the curb.
Max sat down next to her.
Mickey leant her head on Max's shoulder. "What's gonna happen to us?" She whispered.
"I…I don't know." Max muttered quietly.
"I'm scared now Max."
"I'm scared too, Mickey."
Mickey stood up and took off towards her home, veering towards the forest.
Max quietly followed her.
Mickey climbed her favourite tree.
Max climbed onto his favorite tree.
Why did you have to die dad? You'd know what to do right now.
This is one of those moments where I wish my parents were alive.
Mickey climbed down and started to walk back to the mansion.
