Her Diary

Her Obsession

Madi was sat on a bench in the park. She did nothing but look; look at the children running, watching as the little girl chased a boy waving a hair bow around as he sprinted; looked at the couple under the tree, smiling, staring deep in each other’s eyes. Madison just looked at everything.

The wind blew on her ponytail, making excess hair fall on her face. She just tucked it in, not minding at all. Her lids closed slowly, focusing on the laughter, the chatter, and the wind. It took her someplace where everything is calm and nothing will go wrong. For now, she will enjoy the giggles and talks of others because soon, they will turn into cries and pleads.

She felt someone's presence accompany her beside the bench. Madi wasn't sure who it was but she didn't mind. All she paid attention to is the joy.

"You look like a lunatic; you do realize that, right?" The voice rang in her ears, making her smile.

"Shut up," Madison whispered. Though she tried to go pack in her happy place, she no longer can do that. She kept her eyes shut though.

"You're a weirdo." Jonah laughed, watching Madi sit and ignore his presence.

"Awh, don't do that, babe! Don't ignore me!" Madi fought the grin forming on her lips. Jonah continued looking at Madi. She has taken off her make up right when she got out of marching band practice, making her freckles visible. For some odd reason, Jonah started to count it.

After a while, Madison thought Jonah had finally left so she fluttered her eye lids open.

"Finally nice to see them pretty blues, satnin." That nickname made her smile but at the same time had her roll her eyes.

"You need to stop calling me that. I don't find it funny." Since she was little, Madison has loved music from the 50's, 60's, and 70's. Today's music doesn't appeal to her. Sure, it will get stuck in her head because of the repetitive lyrics but she can never appreciate today's music the way she does from back then. It's just different. And when Jonah caught five year old Madi listening to some Elvis records, he can't stop himself but pick on her even now. It's cute watching her nose scrunch in annoyance.

"What do you mean, satnin?" His lips curled just like how Elvis did back then.

"Don't do that either. It's not funny." Madi decided it was time to leave the bench. Her mood is ruined. She knows he's just kidding but she doesn't find it funny the least bit.

"Fine, fine! I'm done! Sheesh!" Jonah jumped off the bench, following behind her.

"So, who's that guy?" Suddenly, the playful atmosphere vanished, replaced by all seriousness.

"What guy?" Madi doesn't want to talk about Traineer. She's supposed to be finding peace, which means it doesn't include him in it at all. The pain in her back has been easing, making her forget him for a slight bit, but of course, Jonah has to bring Traineer up.

"Oh you know who I'm talking about," he said, placing his hand on the bruised back, trying stop her from walking. Madison cringed, feeling the pain spiral up her lower back.

"Fudge," she whispered. Jonah's eyes widen. Slowly and carefully, he slightly lifted Madi's tank top, but before Jonah can see anything, Madi hurriedly swatted his hands away.

"That guy? He's no one." Madi continued to walk.

"Good. It should stay that way.  I'm telling you, Madison, he's no good." 

Madison already knows that. Mark Traineer is bad news.