Hi all
The name is Madie
(Madison really but don't call me that or i will punch you in the boob, yeah I just went there)
I am 13 years of age 8/3/1999
I love the world and like everybody.I want world peace sooo bad.
I am pansexual. :O *le gasp* love is love deal with it
I like most types of music . I love singing though I'm not very good at it. Dancing is amazinggggg.
shout out to my biffles (word rarely used meaning best friends)
Ilana,Tylah and Hannah. unfortunateley I can only remember one persons witty so I'd feel bad just saying 1.
I am a writer- sort of sometimes, when I feel like it.
Louis tomlinson and Harry Styles should date. No joke. I might pass out from the hottness but damnnn.
I also have an obsession with Jamie Ryan Dee. He inspires me and is incredibly attractive ;D
hmmmmmm. I like reading.SINGLE AND READY TO EAT PRINGLES
well if you wanna talk feel free. I will reply to anything.
Peace out love your fat ugly hoe madie xxxx
well IDK why this is in italics but
it is! GRRR, anyway a new story, it is called moments (I used
some lyrics) PLEASEEEE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK BOUT
IT
This isn't
happening. Half of my brain disagrees. The
numbness washes over me.I pinch myself
hard. This can't be
real. What
I'm seeing can definately not be real.Because there from the
old oak tree hangs my baby's head in a noose of rope.
That long coconut coloured hair hanging over the whites of crystal blue eyes.The small body,pale. No movement. Everything is just, hanging. Lose,lifeless. Dead. She is dead. My shaking body moves towards the body that resembles a wet towel. i walk forward on the noodles i call legs. Slowy,closer and closer. My knees buckle. I lye infront of the body- touch it. Ice,cold.Dead. Her bruises now more defined. The belt marks on the back of her thighs. Blue,purple,red,white. Dead. My lips tremble as do the rest of my now paralyzed body. The word slither through my teeth. "dead."
I have the feeling that they talk about in the books and movies numb. It is exactly how I feel. They weren't lying. Your whole body literally feels numb with confusion, emotions swirling. The most of it is denial. Your mind fighting against itself. I try convincing myself that it is a nightmare. I know its not but it seems if you make something up it will get better.I feel cold. Numb and cold.I try my best to move, cradling my knees deep into my chest. Trying to heat up. Here comes the rocking.just like the movies. I rock, back and fourth. The shaking uncontrollable, teeth chattering. Cold. So so cold. I curl up tighter.looking somewhat like an armadillo. If i curl up tight enough i might fall into myself and disappear. The inevitable, million dollar question enters my mind. It's a why question. Not why did she do it, but why couldn't I stop her? The tears finally stream down my face. How could i let this happen? The one thing that makes my life so amazing is gone. And i couldn't do anything about it. The one whose voice makes me smile. Gone. Dead. If she was only here I would make it up to her.
I would keep her safe. With me, alone. Lights off, door closed.Together but as one.
I hate myself for letting it happen. Alia's story is different from others. The same theme though. She was beaten by her parents because of her sexuality.