Prologue
Leaving is easy. Escaping is whole other story. Just because you leave something doesn’t necessarily mean that that you have escaped what issue you’re desperately trying to escape. That’s the dilemma that doesn’t seem to let me have any peace. I’m constantly haunted by all the things that I have tried to escape. I know I sound very cryptic, I don’t think I’m even making any sense. I’m just overwhelmed. I have something’s I have to change; I can’t continue to be the same sweet, gullible and clueless Madison. All it ever has done has opened me up for hurt. I was literally a walking target for anyone... everyone.
Just thinking about it all is enough to reduce me to tears. Growing up you hear that you first love and heartbreak will be the best and worst times of your life. I always thought bitter people were being dramatic, I should have listened. If I knew the shit storm I was going to land in I wouldn’t have ever even considered dating Liam Matthews. He ruined me, I feel tainted, and the empty shell of the girl I once was. But I promise I will never open myself up to anyone again. I’m locking all the doors around my heart and closing the blinds. This is it, I only have one more week left in this damned town and I intend on holding my head up high.
I smile as I look at the barren walls of my room. I should feel sad, I mean I have lived here my whole life with my family, but I don’t even feel slightly nostalgic. These walls don’t hold anymore happy memories. They haven’t for years. Crawling in to my bed I prep myself mentally for next few days of school as a sophomore at Fairview High.
Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP.
‘Stop’ I grumble pulling the sheets over my head, I attempt to ignore the constant beep of my alarm.
Sighing I give up and roll over to turn the alarm off. Sitting up I lazily in search of clothes to wear for another day in hell. Deciding on a pair of light blue stone washed skinny jeans, and my favourite ghost buster sweater, I trudge to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Finally washing my face and getting dressed. I heard my maniac father yelling about his breakfast. Quickly I walk quietly in my room brush my soft brown hair and opt to climb out of the window than face him today. Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I grab my phone and earphone’s before locking my bedroom door. Jumping the small way from my room to the garages flat roof. I look around for the ladder I place on the far side of the garage. Looking down I’m faced with none other than my dad.
‘Sneaking off are we’ he smirks.
‘No, I was just...um jumping down, because I um, I dropped my earphones yesterday, and you know I need them because well, the bus journey can be loud, so that’s what I was doing’ I stutter out.
‘Oh, really... ’ he taunt smiling nastily. ‘Well I’ll just get the ladder for you then’
Setting the ladder against the outside wall, I climb down shakily, on the defence. Half way down he push the ladder off the wall making fall onto my side.
‘Ow’ I moan feeling the bruise forming all the way up the side of my left side’
Looking up at the smiling figure, I watch as his face switch to concern as Ms.Riley from next door comes out.
‘Madison, what have I told you about doing your home work on the garage roof, eh?’ he asks worried.
Smiling at him warmly I mumble a quick ‘Sorry’ and stand up slowly. Ms.Riley walks over worried, ‘Should we take her to the doctor’ she asks looking me over.
‘I’m fine’ I say quickly standing up as straight as I can.
‘Well let me drive you to school then’ she insists.
