just as messed up as me. [open]

[MADISON ASTRID PARKER]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

The slender brunette shuffled down the hall of a silent building, in the one of the farthest corners of campus. The walls were off-white and void of any artwork, unusual for the art buildings of Emerson Academy. The lack of color weighed down on Madison as the weight of a bad fortune from a fortune teller. Or maybe the feeling was from the fact that it was Monday morning, her least favorite time of the week. She didn't hate it for the obvious reason of not getting enough sleep over the weekend, Madison never got very much sleep any time of the week. It was the feeling of complete loneliness that she felt; the low after the high. After going out, partying, meeting new people, she was the only one that didn't have anything to really go back to on Monday morning. She was so behind on all her homework that there was no point in even trying to catch up and she had no job to return to. All the people from the weekend were gone, returning to the important parts of their life. All that remained with Madison was the two-thirds empty fifth of Southern Comfort in her purse and a dull pain in her forehead.

The sharp clunk of her heeled, leather boots reverberated off the empty walls as she wandered through the empty corridor. She moved with complete indifference to herself, her surroundings and the circumstances. She wasn't depressed, she had come to know this feeling too well to call it depression. It was something else; apathy, maybe. She didn't know. She only knew where she wanted to be. She stopped at a white door and a plain silver, round handle, nothing distinguishing it from the other doors she had been walking past. Her smooth, manicured hand reached out and turned the handle, sending a small shiver through her body; the metal had been colder than she had anticipated. Beyond the door was one of her favorite places at this school. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the windowless room, she could make out the edge of the stage just about twenty feet in front of her. It had to be the smallest theatre she had ever seen. It was mostly used for classes and small student productions but Madison always took full advantage of the space. Slowly stepping down the six stairs, she didn't misjudge her footing once, knowing these stairs like a lifelong friend.

That room gave her something that was incredibly hard for her to find. There was an inner calm that came from the empty, shadow-ridden stage. The comforting silence let her mind slow to a crawl and for a little while, Madison didn't have to be the rambunctious, spontaneous girl that everyone was used to. She felt no need to jump from place to place, doing anything for that small shot of adrenaline. She could just merely exist. Her long, muscular legs carried her body into one of the house chairs, the cherry oak supporting her back and the red, patterned cushion making it easy for her frame to relax. Madison pulled her legs up close to her chest and laid against the wooden arm rest; it looked severely uncomfortable but Madison couldn't have picked a better position. She let her dark brown, cascading curls fall over her shoulders and her bangs hang in front of her eyes instead of the usual careful positioning of her locks. It was only a matter of minutes before her eyelids began to sink and her breaths slowed like a calming of the sea.

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TAGGED ! for anyone!!!!
WORDS ! 604
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! picture coming later, not on my own computer.