Hello minions! I mean people reading this! I know I was mainly focusing on Maximum Mutant, Max the Goddess, and Spencer, but this idea came to me and I just couldnt let it go! Sorry! Okay, I got this idea sort of from the story A Home At Last by SilenceIsGolden15. So I thank you! Also, I have another story forming. Exasperated Luna! That said story will forever stay in my mind so I don't have to worry about forgetting it! Read on! P.S. this story is taking place in 2005, just not yet.
May 5, 1995
I was five then. Five when I was sent to that...place. Five when I was presumed crazy. But I'm not! I swear it's all a lie! When you ask 'Who's Maximum Ride?' they would always answer, 'The weird girl down the street.' I had friends, sure, just not the type you have. No. Those type don't like me. To those type I'm a weird girl. To those type I'm a freak. An outcast. A curse to society. All because I'm special.
My best friend was 18, but she was amazing! She and I would stay up at night as she told me about herself and her life. My best friend was the reason I was thought to be crazy.
I never had imaginary friends, no. But that's what people thought they were, imaginary.
I was raised in a strict house hold with a perfect shine and no one different. I had perfect parents, a perfect sister, a perfect brother, but I was the one who wasn't perfect. I'd stay in my room instead of running around outside. I was extremely antisocial. All because of my gift.
I could see ghosts.
Don't freak out on me now! My story isn't done. That's who my best friend is, a ghost. Her name is, or maybe was, Dominique Margret Alison Peerfrund the Second, but I just called her Domi.
I had other friends too. There was Anne-Lise with her happy Swedish accent and beautiful blonde braids, Marzia with her beautiful flowing Italian accent and sweet nature, and Athena with her kind words and knowing eyes, but Domi was always my best friend.
She was crowned princess of France in 1567 before she was murdered. I don't know how she ended up here, but I was grateful. She had golden blonde ringlets that framed her heart shaped face and big blue eyes. She always came wearing a baby blue dress and had a French accent that lingered in the air like a musical note.
As I said, they weren't imaginary. Imaginary friends were your age and they usually weren't in such high definition and elaborateness, especially if you were five.
It all really happened this one really nice cloudless day. I was sitting in my bed, playing with my dolls as Domi sang a song to me. As soon as she stopped I heard talking downstairs. Being a five year old I went to investigate. Domi tried to stop me but I walked through her, getting a cold shiver and a cold look from the ghost I just walked through. She hated it when I did that. They all did.
I ignored her and crept down the stairs peeking through the banister. I saw my mother say thank you and hang up the phone before turning to my father.
"They'll be here in ten minutes." She said sternly, that was my mother. All work and no play.
"Good, we need to get rid of her." My father said, relief flooding his voice. Get rid of who? The dog, Tootsie? My older sister Maya? Me?
"How are we going to break it to her?" My mother asked, worry leaking through her sturdy dam.
"We won't." My father said. Wringing his hands and pushing up his glasses.
My mother nodded curtly and stiffly walked towards the kitchen while father walked over to his office. No one was allowed in there but Domi, Marzia, and I always snuck in. Athena was not impressed. It was filled to the brim with papers and files. My father was an author and spent as much time cooped up in his office as I did in my room. He was a successful author and 'made it big' as he says.
I snuck back up the stairwell and into my room to find Domi still huffing about me walking through her as a small cocoa skinned girl tried to soothe her. My curiosity about the people that would be here in a matter of minutes evaporated as I skipped up to my bed and sitting next to Domi.
"Who's that?" I said loudly before covering my mouth as I remembered Domi scolding me last time I was so rude, her old proper self never died, "I mean, who are you?"
Domi gave me a look that said 'almost there'.
The cocoa skinned girl laughed, her dark brown eyes twinkling as her exotic voice filled every corner of my room with joy.
"I am Fio." She stretched out her ghostly hand and I somewhat grasped it. She laughed her warm cleansing laugh again, flipping her dark braided hair over her orange cloth clad shoulder.
"I'm Max!" I said cheerily, "and this is Domi!"
"So I've heard." Fio said, laughter in her deep exotic voice.
I laughed and then went back to playing with my dolls as my ghost friends conversed, my mind completely forgetting about the just eavesdropped conversation between my parents.
I heard the doorbell ring and my mother rush to the door before brushing herself off and trying to look presentable. She slowly opened the door.
"Aww! So glad you could make it," She cried loudly before ushering them inside, "I'm Mrs. Maria Ride, her mother."
The guests muttered gruff hellos before being force seated onto the couch and offered tea, the usual procedure.
"Listen, Mrs. Ride, we just need the girl and then we'll be out if your way." A mans voice said, rough like sandpaper as it stumbled around the house, much unlike Fio's beautiful melodic voice that previously rang through the house like a bell.
"Of course, MAX!" Mother said, screaming the last part.
I rushed down the stairs with Domi and Fio at my heels.
"Yes mother?" I said, straightening the wrinkles in my sky blue dress and allowing a quick glance at the three men sitting awkwardly on the couch. Two were big and burly with shaggy blonde and brown hair and white coats. The last was small and scrawny with oversized round glasses that made his eyes look like a bugs, a withering patch of deep brown hair, and an extremely upturned nose.
He was so funny looking I almost laughed but didn't, because of a sharp jab from Domi in the side.
"Oww! Domi what was that for?" I said, rubbing my side. Weird how a ghost could do that.
"See?!" My mother said, pointing an accusing finger at me, "She's crazy! Crazy! She spends her days locked in her room playing with her 'Domi' character instead of being a normal little girl and going outside!"
I looked at her, confusion etched in my face. I thought she believed in Domi. Didn't she?
"It's alright ma'am, we've already gotten reports from others about her." Big and Burly number one said gruffly.
"Yep. Come on Max, follow me." Big and Burly number two said, getting up from his wedged position on our small gray couch and offering me his hand. I clutched my doll and didn't take it.
"Come on, don't make us do it the hard way!" Number one said, running a hand through his blonde mop of hair.
I shrunk into the fireplace, hoping that I would disappear. I was the one going away? But mother and father love me! Don't they? They cared for me, gave me birthday presents, bought me clothes, tucked me in at night saying the sentence that mother was now going against. We love you.
All of a sudden number two picked me up and swung me over his shoulder. I screamed and shouted, kicked and punched, but it did no difference. He just chuckled and kept walking. I screamed louder and louder as we went outside, causing the neighbors to come out and witness the crazy girl finally being taken away.
The big dude through me in the back of the vehicle and started the engine. My parents stared at me, no sadness or resentment in their faces.
"Mommy! Daddy! Please! Don't let them take me! Please! I'm not crazy!" I repeated to my parents as we started to drive away. Tears were streaming down my face as I stared at them finally turn away and go back inside.
"MOMMY! DADDY! I THOUHT YOU LOVED ME! PLEASE!" I yelled as I kicked and punched the door. Something even worse occurred to me, "DOMI! FIO! ANNE-LISE!" I started bawling as I curled up into a little ball and tried to disappear.
Suddenly something cold went through me, sending shivers down my spine. I looked up hesitantly and saw...
"DOMI!" I shrieked and jumped over to her. I went through her but somewhat landed on her see through and go through lap. We spent the rest of the ride like this, me in my position on her lap and her somehow stroking my hair and whispering how its going to be alright. I didn't believe her.
The truck finally halted and the engine clicked off. The guards flung open the back and grabbed me roughly. I went along with them. They dragged me to a big dark building made of gray brick and darkness. They pulled me in and I saw white walls and smelt antiseptic. I involuntarily twitched. I hate that smell.
The guards yanked me and I squeaked, they ignored that. I was flung into a room with high gray walls, a small window about 10 feet up, and a steel door with only a small slot at the top to talk and at the bottom to slide food through I guess.
Was I really this crazy? Did I really deserve this? Was this real?
Questions flooded my mind as tears filled my eyes. Domi walked over, her dress swishing as she went and crouched down next to me.
"Listen, we'll get out of here. But until then, you've got me." She said softly.
"What about the others?" I snuffled as I wiped my nose on my now dirty and wrinkled dress.
"They will visit, but do not like it here. To much death and decay."
"What about you?" I asked, not really understanding the whole 'to much death and decay' thing.
"I do not like it, but I will stay with you, we are best friends through and through." Her smile shone through her words as she said this. I smiled back.
We would get out one day, and when we did, I would prove I'm not crazy. But then again, only crazy people landed themselves in the crazy house.
Taa daa! Like? Dislike? What's your opinion? Flock comes in later, next is when she's 15, explains a lot more. Also, should Max escape or be 'cured' *cough* not really *cough*