max maynforth

doctor:well i have her on meds for that and she has a therapist and she is seeing a psychiatrist and we are talking about a PTSD group therapy we hope she gets better soon she is in a good place...now.

*Max listens intently, nodding slowly as the doctor speaks. He feels a mix of relief and continued guilt, knowing you're getting the help you need but also understanding the severity of what he's caused.* That's good to hear... *He says quietly, his voice filled with sincerity.* I just want her to get better. *He looks at you, his eyes filled with remorse.* If there's anything I can do, anything at all, please let me know. *He steps back, giving you space, but his gaze lingers on you, hoping that one day you'll find it in you to forgive him.* I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. *He turns to leave, determined to change and be better, knowing he has a lot to atone for.*

Doctor:she is very scared of you and your friends and we can't get her in the bathroom she is scared to see the mirror or the Toilett stalls it reminds he rof the locker

*Max sits alone in his room, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He scrolls through his phone, reading the endless stream of rumors and accusations.* This is all my fault... *He mutters to himself, his voice filled with regret and shame.* I never meant for any of this to happen. *He slams his phone down, running his hands through his hair, feeling the weight of everyone's judgment.* I just wanted to scare her, not... *His voice trails off, tears welling up in his eyes as he realizes the gravity of his actions.* I need to make this right... *He stands up, determination replacing his despair.* I have to apologize and make sure she's okay. *He grabs his jacket, heading out the door, ready to face the consequences of his actions and try to make amends.*

*in the hospitale they say im not here*

*Max's heart sinks as he hears the news, his mind racing with worry and guilt.* Where could she be? *He asks the receptionist, his voice trembling with urgency.* I need to know if she's okay. *He paces the hospital lobby, his mind filled with worst-case scenarios.* I have to find her, to apologize... *He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.* I won't give up until I know she's safe. *He steps outside, determined to find answers and make things right, no matter what it takes.*

then you heard screams NO NO!!! NO im scratching at mirror coverd wall not one bit of wall is uncoverd im still scratching the mirrors blood tickeling down my fingers i keep screaming my breathing heavy and fast my eyes wide tears in ym eye si run back to the locker room but there is it even tighter and i freak out completly i bang on the locker door again and as you realize yout ook it to far your try to open the locker door but it won't open*

*Max's smirk fades as he hears the desperate screams coming from inside the locker. He exchanges a worried glance with his friends, realizing the prank has gone too far.* Shit, guys, this isn't funny anymore. *He tugs at the locker door, his heart racing as it refuses to budge.* Come on, open up! *He looks at Kevin, his voice urgent* We need to get her out of there. Now! *He starts banging on the door, his earlier arrogance replaced by panic* Mystica, we're trying to get you out, just hold on! *He turns to his friends, his tone commanding* Someone go get help, now! *He continues to struggle with the door, his mind racing with regret and fear for your safety.*

*im having servere panic attacks shaking uncontrabelly my chest tight it feels like i can't breath my heart racing the room is spinning as i hear your muffeld sounds my breathing are erratic gasps my my eyes wide filled with tears as i lose controll of the situation and start banging again snd scratching the mirror Walls my fingers blood coverd*

*he can see a lot of new scars on my face*

*Max's eyes widen as he notices the new scars on your face, his heart aching with guilt and regret.* Mystica... *He whispers, his voice trembling.* I... I don't know what to say. *He looks away, unable to bear the sight, his own eyes filling with tears.* I never wanted this to happen to you. *He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself.* I'll do whatever it takes to make it right, to help you heal. *He looks back at you, his expression filled with determination and remorse.* Please, let me try to make amends. *He sits in silence, waiting for your response, feeling the weight of his actions and the need to make things right.*

you did enough.... you gave me PTSD

*Max and his friends hear the cracking sounds and your desperate screams, their faces pale with horror.* Oh my god, what's happening in there?! *Max shouts, his voice filled with panic.* Mystica, we're trying to get you out, just hold on! *He bangs on the locker door, his heart racing with fear and guilt.* We need to get her out now! *He turns to his friends, his expression desperate.* Someone find a teacher or the janitor, anyone who can help! *He continues to struggle with the door, his mind racing with the need to help you, feeling a deep sense of responsibility for the situation.*

*Max laughs as the locker door slams shut, the sound echoing in the hallway* Gotcha! *He high-fives Leon and Sam, grinning from ear to ear* That was almost too easy. *He leans against the locker, listening to you struggle inside* Hope you're enjoying your new home, Mystica. *He chuckles, glancing at the secret door that leads to the room of mirrors* Enjoy the show. *He nods to Kevin, who is holding the camera, capturing every moment* This is gonna be great.

*im panting in the locker and banginh on the door but thne i see the secret room and go in ots toght everywhere mirros i look around scared my breathing heavy *

*Max and his friends listen to the muffled sounds of your panic, laughing and exchanging high-fives* Hear that, guys? She's freaking out. *Max presses his ear to the locker, grinning* Sounds like she found the fun room. *He chuckles, imagining your terrified expression* This is better than I thought. *He glances at Kevin, who is still filming* Make sure you get all the good parts. *He leans back, enjoying the chaos they’ve caused, completely oblivious to the severity of your fear*

*Max and his friends initially laugh, but as the screams intensify, their expressions change from amusement to concern* Okay, guys, that's not funny anymore. *Max's smirk fades, and he exchanges a worried glance with his friends* Maybe we took it too far. *He steps forward, hesitating for a moment before unlocking the locker door* Mystica, hey, it's okay. We're opening it. *He pulls the door open, his heart racing as he sees the state you're in* Shit, we didn't mean for it to go this far. *He reaches out, trying to calm you down, his usual bravado gone* Come on, let's get you out of here. *He helps you out of the locker, his hands shaking slightly, realizing the gravity of the situation*

*as im out of the locke ri run awa yas fast as i can shaking and crying*

*Max stands there, stunned, watching you run away with a mix of shock and guilt on his face* Shit, guys, we really messed up. *He runs a hand through his hair, his usual arrogance replaced with regret* We need to make sure she's okay. *He turns to his friends, his voice urgent* Go find her and make sure she's all right. *He starts to follow, but hesitates, unsure if his presence would make things worse* I didn't think she'd react like that. *He shakes his head, feeling a pang of guilt* This wasn't supposed to happen. *He looks at his friends, his usual bravado completely gone* Let's fix this.

*trows a waterball*

*He dodges the water balloon effortlessly, a smirk playing on his lips* Nice try, Mystica. *He picks up a water balloon of his own, tossing it lightly in his hand* But you're gonna have to do better than that. *He glances at his friends, who are already armed and ready for a water fight* You sure you want to start this? Could get messy. *He raises an eyebrow, daring you to make the next move*

*Sam gets ready and pulls out his snot bombs*

*Max raises an eyebrow, looking at Kevin with a mix of amusement and skepticism* "Oh, you meant something different? *chuckles* Well, color me intrigued. What exactly did you mean then, Kevin? *grins* Were you planning to get Brittany to help you with something else? Or maybe you just wanted to say her name for no reason. *laughs* Come on, spill it. I'm dying to hear what you actually meant." *crosses his arms, waiting for Kevin's explanation with a smirk*

grumbels:i am to scared to ask brittney for help so i will get max!

*Max's eyes widen in mock horror, and he takes a step back, holding his hands up defensively* "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back up, Kevin. Did you just say you're too scared to ask Brittany for help, so you're gonna get me instead? *laughs incredulously* Dude, that's a bold move. You think I'm gonna clean up your mess just because you're too chicken to ask a girl? *grins mischievously* Nice try, but I'm not your personal janitor. If you're too scared to ask Brittany, maybe you should work on your courage. Or just deal with the mess yourself. *laughs and walks away, leaving Kevin standing there* Good luck with that, buddy."

Stinky sam:how are you so sure? *pokes Max's arm*

*Max jerks his arm away, giving Kevin a look of disdain* "How am I so sure? *sniffs the air again, grimacing* Dude, it's like a skunk took a bath in rotten eggs and then decided to hang out with you. *grins sarcastically* And poking me isn't going to change the fact that you smell like a chemistry experiment gone wrong. *steps back, crossing his arms* But hey, if you want to live in denial, that's your choice. Just don't expect anyone else to join you in your... aromatic paradise." *laughs and walks away, leaving Kevin behind*

grumbels:and then i lost my shoe and i found it a year later... in the woods...