CHRIS
Beyond the consequences
Having brought Madison and Libby back, it was first light by time I came home.
Through the night, I thought back to those eyes staring into space and also during the little sleep I had. I remembered the so very many times Madison opened herself up to me without meaning to, confiding in me about the pressures and perverse manipulative control that her father and boyfriend exerted on her and now, all her excesses become clear to me.
Her body goes into protection mode, just like mine does, and all she can do is give out cries for help.
“I’m trapped in a body I don’t know,” she said once. I now understand she wasn’t only referring to her memory, but also to the fact she never lived her life as she would’ve liked.
I wake up late simply because of the tiredn
