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Journal Entry 22

I've done the best I can to reconnect with Madison. I've gone to the clubs, I've gone to the bars, I've simply done everything right. But it doesn't feel like enough. I see his face everywhere, I feel his touch when in the arms of strangers. My angel hasn't been near since I stopped the drugs. Since I've tried to put my life together. I feel so alone, even though I'm not. Maddy has been pleased with my improvement, and she says that she might be going home soon. After all, she already has been here for two months, and enough is enough. 

I wonder if he is mad at me. Or if there is anything that can be done to fix it if he is. 

I awoke this morning to Madison being gone, and a string of bruises around my neck in the shape of hands. My muscles are stiff and sore, and my head is pounding. I tried to make my way around my house, but it was too difficult. I went back to bed. 

It was dark outside when I regained consciousness. My room was black as pitch, but I could make out the shape of a figure on the end of my bed, I felt his eyes on me. I sat up slowly. 
"Is that you?" I asked. Yes, he replied. I quickly crawled to him. Asking him where he's been, why he's left me. He didn't answer, he simply dragged his fingers across the bruises on my neck. I had winced from the pain. He apologized profusely. It confused me. He said he had to, that it was his duty to punish me from straying from the path. What path? His tone scared me, he got angry. His breath was ragged and he made fists before lashing out. He left. And I was alone in the darkness once more.