...And Hell Followed With

Chapter One:"The View From Hell."

"Maybe today will be the day?" Madison thought to herself, as she walked down the street, heading to the bus stop, "...it should be today.". Madison... Madison wasn't exactly having, what you would call an easy go at life. Life in many ways seemed to be cruel to her for no reason, and she felt like it never let up. Even the day she was born, her mother did not yell in any sort of jubilation, yet simply replied.
"Oh fuck, she looks just like her father." because her mother hoped, in vain, that Maddison could be the child of her then-current boyfriend, which she was given to take was an incredibly sweet man who was ready to be a father. Upon hearing her words could it have done anything but shatter him into pieces.
Her mother and father did not really ever 'know' each other, really. Yet when her father was alive, both her parents insisted that they had dated. However specifications were never given. Which made her feel like they thought she was fucking dumb, or something, she could see they mixed like fire and ice, oil and water.
As time had gone on, it began to hurt her more and more, it accumulated in Madison's heart, slowly blackening her once bright "soul". Death seems to have a nasty habit of following her everywhere, like a shadow behind her, like a coffin strapped to her back. Her father, who she knew so little of, died when she was nine, which to her was fine since they had only met first when she was four, and he wasn't the sorta person anyone would miss.

He was a drug addict, and did what a great many of them do, and died on the street in the cold. However maybe he deserved it, she thought, his parents never stopped helping him, and maybe that was his downfall, maybe if he walked on his own, but that was placing a blame that she knew didn't really matter, it was just shifting the blame of the drug epidemic.
Her cousin Daina died only a month ago, and the only person that gave a shit about Madison, her grandmother, passed away the year before, which to Maddi was a blessing in a way, she knew to see Daina gone and her kids left motherless, would have, in her own words:
"Killed Grandma right then."
Then Maddison started to notice something, it was something she hadn't noticed before, and it was about her mother. How if Maddi said a thing out of turn, a slap or a wack with a belt was sure to follow. Possibly a straight up hit to the face or a brain rocking hit to the head, but always open handed like her mom was making sure not to leave marks others could see. How her mom would say bothersome and worrying things to her such:
"If you ever call social services, I'll beat your ass, and send you away." She always said it in a joking way, right? Madison thought, I mean how could it be another way. Yet she started watching online videos that finally explained these actions and that when she came to a frightening realization, her mother was in fact, her abuser. This revelation had the opposite effect of what was intended, from the videos uploader of course, it just succeeded in making her feel worse and even more helpless.
I mean where could she possibly go, she thought, her grandmother gone, her fathers parents not the sort to live with... What was she to do? She kept questioning, and thus all this had now crystalized something within her, a broken horrid thought in her head, a horrible, awful thought. It felt like a plague within her mind, infecting, intruding on all other thoughts, it was thought no person should ever have to think to themselves... She plans on committing suicide...
In fact every day she woke up, especially the past two months, to this horrible thought, as if it were a dark shadow, watching her from the corner of the room. Waiting there with its sickly smile.
"Hopeless, worthless, little girl... do you have the guts to do it today I wonder?" It seems to sing in her ear and only she can hear. Whispering to her in a sweet voice, her grandmother's voice. "Come with me my dear.."
She hoped to not see her mother's face, for fear her mother would make the feeling worse, thus she took great lengths to avoid her mother whenever possible. For most days the voice telling her to hurt herself was her mothers.
"Pathetic, why did I even, birth... you?!" It snarled in her mother's voice. She would make sure to be home late enough that her mom would be at work, then went to bed an hour before she would be home, if her mom was even coming home, for the bar seemed to be more of a home for her mom. Not that she really ever needed to go to such lengths, cause her mother was typically fucking some guy, and wasn't around really much anyway.
Because every time, without failure, she saw her mother's face. A pit would form in her stomach and the darkness would start in yet again, playing a siren song to her, then she would think, "Yes, maybe today? I can be brave and take my life away." each time getting closer and closer to that edge, never stepping back, at one point she could take those steps back, but now the precipice is here and she can't stop the crying screaming girl inside of her, already broken. Yet those words, her mother's words, were even worse than her face...
They live in Elysa, Minnesota, it was the only place Maddi knew, it was a small town, not unlike many others in the United States, that had a manufactured veneer of charm that glazed over its rotten core, it was all a facade, even the slightest look it would expose the paper mache suit of a fake noblemen; like loosely piled gobs of sand being called 'a castle'.