On the Way to a Smile
A/N: Previously titled Insanity is Relative. Warnings at the bottom, because nothing really happens in this chapter.
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"W-What do you mean t-that you and h-her are leaving….. T-together…?" Madeline Williams cried at her father in a broken stutter. He was perhaps the only person who really cared about her and knew her. "I-I thought t-that we were a-a team…. Just the-the t-two of us…. I-I'd lo-love to see Egypt…."
"I'm sorry, Maddie…." Her father looked regretful. "But your mother-"
"S-she's no-not my mother," Madeline said softly, but firmly.
"But she and I agreed that you needed to stay here for school." Father and Daughter had fought about this enough that the father knew better than correct his little girl. "You can stay with your brothers, or with your aunt, but you are staying here."
"T-they aren't my brothers." She mumbled softly. "Feliciano, Benvolio and Lovino aren't really my family."
"Maddie, I married their mother. They are now." He ruffled his little girl's hair, and kissed her forehead. "Now, I have to finish packing."
Madeline watched as he walked back into his bedroom with mixed feelings, but reigning over all the others was abandonment.
That was three weeks ago.
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Dear Diary,
My name is Madeline Williams. I am a sophomore currently in the IB program at the local high school. I just turned fifteen.
My father and I traveled the world, until recently when he settled down in America. I was born here, but I haven't lived here since I was four, and my mother died.
Now, Dad has remarried, and we've settled down again. My Step-mother is nice, I guess, but she never gets my name right.
My step-brothers are also nice, but they tend to forget about me.
My aunt once said that I was a wallflower. I want to be like her one day- she was a wallflower as well, but now she is a CIA agent.
I am currently living with one of my other aunt's, on my mother's side, because my father and step-mother ran off to Egypt. The funny thing is I haven't seen my cousin though I have been here for almost three weeks. Aunt Jones says we look shockingly similar. Like my mother and grandmother.
Anyways, I suppose I will write in this from now, in case I actually do decide to 'kick the bucket'.
It's rather late, and I have school tomorrow.
Madeline Williams.
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Based off real life, my life up until this point in time.
This fic is composed of one half story in third person, and the other half will be diary entries.
Canada= Madeline.
There will be many other nations who suffer from various mental disorders, talk of suicide, attempted suicide, talk of bullying- and not the whole, 'you're not invited to my party' kind. The kind where the kids physically harm the victim and leave permanent damage- in this case, a scar that spans the victim's face. Talk of child abuse, underage drinking, drug use and addiction, injuries and blood, kidnapping, murder, death.
If you are still interested, feel free to keep reading, I have been told it's pretty good despite the darker subjects, since it is mainly centered around recovering from these things. Please bear that in mind as you read this.
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