Summary: Follow the sad story of Madison Right and her best friend Johnny C. As they grow and experience life, learning that fate is a cruel lady to tempt with happiness.
Disclaimer: All Characters Except Madison Right, Mrs.Right, and Mr Right. Belong to Jhonen Vasquez.
A Thing of the Past
Introduction
Greetings, my name is Madison Right. Currently my age is 25 years old. See I've been waiting for this story to be written for along time. Some people may describe me as a talented woman with a sparkle in her eyes. When I hear this from a person all I seem to do is walk away, all the way to my cozy apartment in a filthy city. Then take a long, hard look into the mirror. Not so much the mirror itself but into my eyes.
All I see is a scared soul, a beaten soul, a soul that has seen horrible and terrifying things, even things that could make a mundane teenager vomit out of every orifice. In other words- to many unpleasant experiences, that you are lucky enough to have the chance to read them here.
As this story progresses, things will be made clear. Pictures will be unfolded, and mysteries solved, but also lucky you. You always have the chance of discontinuing the reading of this sad/dreadful story at anytime. I simply do not care if you stay to find out or not. But be warned this may be your last chance to leave screaming (as your eyes may explode). The beginning starts on a smiley happy sun shiny day.
It all started when I was but a little girl of eleven. Taking a nice walk after just moving into a suburban house with my parents. I had red hair (but everybody else said it was orange!) that was straight and went down to a shoulder length. I was considered tall for my age and quiet skinny. I wore a black dress (tank top style) that reached below my kneecaps. I wore black shoes and stockings that stretched up to my shins, and a black trench coat to match the dress. No I never dressed myself fashionably or in this case very sunshine happy. That goes for the way I dress this very day. To top of my description I had brilliant hazel eyes.
My parents owned the largest bookstore chain in the world. They made thousands of dollars a week. Why you may ask live in a suburb, instead of fabulous home? First reason was: We did live in a larger home, but my parents didn't want me to live in such a life-style (aren't they just great?). So we moved to well, the suburbs. I was more then happy to move from that wretched house and being transferred from that private school. I didn't have any friends. The whole move worked out for the best.
Anyway, after I had my basement room all set up, I went for a stroll to explore neighborhood. Upon attempting to cross the street to make it to the playground on the other side, as I was but only in the middle of the street, a loud horn was sounding, as I turned to see a car was coming at a frightening speed. The only thing in its way was me… Scared out of my wits, now frozen to the spot.
This is the introduction, things will pick up in the first chapter. I promise, I hope you enjoyed please Review. I wish to know If I should continue or not. But I will anyways. Your Reviews help though.
- Darkarise