Mike's POV
Amber and I had ran all the way to Tony and Mallory's house I ran up to the front door, and slammed right into it.
"Fuck, it's locked." I said, wiggling the knob.
"Wait." Amber said, and took out a bobby pin from her hair, and stuck it in the lock. It clicked, and I threw the door open.
"Mallory?" I screamed out. My scared voice rang out through the house.
"Mallory!" Amber said, and ran up the stairs. I followed her, and we threw her bedroom door open. Empty. Her iPod was still playing, Cat and Mouse by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Amber covered her mouth, and she ran downstairs.
"I think I know where she is." She whispered, and we ran out the door.
*
We had approached the iron gates of the cemetery. Bright pops of flowers were the only happy things against the cold, gray headstones. Amber walked around, calling out Mallory's name. She wasn't here. I looked at Amber, realization settling in.
"She's at your house." I said. Amber looked at me.
"How do you know?" She whispered.
"Where did she always go when she was insanely sad?" I said, and we took off towards Amber's house.
