Your skin is cold. Your eyes are dark and blank. I knew bringing you back would turn out badly; I just wish I knew it was going to turn out this bad. Your mother is dead, and this time the blood is on your hands, not Madison's. Madison. She's a traitor. She knew how I felt about you. She knew how much I wanted you to be mine. Still, after trusting her to watch you for a few brief minutes, I come back to find that she has taken advantage of your deliriousness and your foreign body. I try to block these thoughts out of my mind, but it's so difficult to stop thinking about something you feel so deeply.
So I grab my towel and hop into the shower. The warm water washes away my fifth, and leaves me wet and vulnerable. My attempt at blocking you out ends in failure, as the feel of shampoo on my hair reminds me of you. It reminds me of your lack of ability to wash yourself, and the day when that hippy lady bathed you in a tub because you couldn't do it yourself. Even though I saw you completely unclothed that day, I didn't think of how attractive your body is. I didn't think of what it would be like to touch your skin myself. I thought of the charm that you presented to me that night at the party. That charm is something Madison will never know. As I rinse my hair and my body, I once again try to forget.
What if I don't want to forget?
My body cringes at the cool air when I step out of the shower stall. The air is crisp, and foggy from the heat of the water. I grab the towel and wrap it around myself for coverage and then there she is. Like a phantom, Madison appears out of nowhere in my bathroom. In all of my barely covered glory, Madison speaks to me about you. She likes you. She asks for forgiveness over the incident from earlier. I give her forgiveness. Then she proposes and idea. A way for me to enjoy your presence as much as she does, she says there is a way we can all be pleased in each others' company. I don't believe her, how could I? How could neither of us give you up and still love you the same? It's impossible.
She takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom. The lights are dimmed, and it is only light enough to see one thing, you. Your torso is still, but your eyes follow me as I make my way into the room. Madison takes a seat next to you on my bed and gives me a very pleased look. As I am about to say something, your hand reaches out to me, begging for my hand. Soon after, Madison's hand reaches up too, also longing for mine, and the faintest smile plays on your face. Nervously, I take them both, and they are oh, so cold. My towel somehow seems to meet the floor in those remaining minutes, and then I go blank. I can't seem to remember what happens after that.
Whatever it was, I know it's something very, very wrong.