Her blue eyes caught my attention first when she first introduced herself to me in science, what followed was the most beautiful, carefree smile with those teeth she always felt so insecure about. She looked like a stray Barbie, one that ditched the norms of pink and decided to become whatever she wanted to be, somedays she was a punk, others she was retro, the beauty lied within her spontaneous behavior.
The woman who was looking back at me wasn't the one who eased my first day of school anxieties, the woman staring back at me with blood-red eyes, scarred pale skin, and dirty blonde hair wasn't my Madeleine, I could see her face but her spirit was long gone. She just stood there, looking at me, lifeless, like a zombie waiting for commands, my heart dropped to my knees seeing the most fre
