Do you know what another word for crazy is? ... brainsick.
Do you know what another word for brainsick is? ... Madyson Ray.
"Mady, look out!!!"
She awoke with a jolt as the blinding sun shining through the window pierced her eyes. The medic she had come to know as Mrs. Gilda, walked towards her with a breakfast tray in hand and that same sympathetic smile she had also come to know so well.
She looks over at Madyson with an over exaggerated smile and begins to speak, "good morning, Ms. Ray. I trust you slept well."
She sighs lightly and tosses the white cotton duvet to the bottom of her bed before slowly sitting up and speaking to Mrs. Gilda without bothering to give her a glance, "morning".
The medic immediately begins rushing around her room, laying clean sheets in the cupboard and fresh towels in her small bathroom. "I'm sure you're excited about today, Ms. Ray."
No matter how much Madyson pleaded with the staff, they never seemed to understand that she hated being called Ms. Ray. Another thing she hated was today, the day she would be able to leave, the day most people in this place would kill to have. Madyson on the other hand, would give anything if it meant she didn't have to go home. Home; the place it all began and the place it all ended; everything good, that is. There was nothing left for her there, everything back home was cold, dark and full of memories that would be better off forgotten. She notices the medic standing beside her, waiting for her answer and she slowly nods, giving her a smile and just hoping the medic would leave so she could be alone, just like she was destined to be and just like everyone expected her to be after what she did...after taking the life of an innocent soul.
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Trying to Fix You
Teen FictionA tragic story about a girl trying desperately to move past the death of her brother but letting go can be difficult, especially when everyone in her home town blames her for his death. With the added drama of a past love and lingering looks from so...
