MONDAYS ARE FOR MADELYN

CHAPTER 1

My heart kept beat with every connection my feet made with the ground, the music pushed my body faster as the rhythm picked up its pace. Even though my body complained about the amount of work it was doing on a day like today, I didn't mind as much as the soft rain clung and dampened my body. My mind reminded me that it didn't matter how much or how far I would run, the outcome would always be the same. I already knew it since I was twelve, heck I even made a bucket list that is almost complete. There is just one thing on that stupid list of mine that still needs to be done, and honestly, I don't believe I will ever be able to get it done. Not because it's impossible , my life is about doing the impossible, but mostly because of my pride and the hatred that has grown in my heart.

I came to a stop at the top of the hill, pushing my damp hair back as I overlooked the small town I call home. Rocaloe Valley has a population of 385 and is mostly covered by trees, it's a town that prides itself in protecting the people who lives there. A town that has the best medical practitioners and the fastest fire fighters, you can't go wrong by Nanny's Bakery if you have a sweet tooth or Fast Horse if you want takeaways for those late mornings. This is a town where you can hide and forget about the outside world, where you rest assure no one can find you.

I gave them a last glance before I took the dirt road towards our house, a small cottage that my mother fell in love with when we first moved here, it was the right house to choose when I saw the look my mother got as she dreamed of what it will look like. It's a two room home with a kitchen and a bathroom, my mother placed a television in her room if we wanted to have one of our lazy day's. The dining room is outside consisting of only a metal table and two chairs, there isn't a lot in the house except for all the pictures and books that my mother insisted on having.

I couldn't help but smile as I opened the door, welcoming the warmth that engulfed me as I closed the door while struggling to get out of my running shoes. I placed them in the basket and pulled off my jacket and hanged it on the coat hanger, making my way towards my room I couldn't help but look at the pictures again. Shaking my head at every idiotic decision I insisted on making and knowingly posting it on my site, where on earth would you see someone 'sandbording' down a sleeping volcano. Sometimes I can understand why my followers will call me a crazy person or rather reckless, I really did have strange dreams since I was twelve. At least I can say that I have done it and that there are no regrets, well almost none.

What is it with me and denial today?

Shaking my head I entered my room and searched through the pile of clothes on my bed for a baggy sweat pats and an oversize shirt, grabbing my slippers I made my way to the bathroom. Taking my time to clean and warm myself up, enjoying the way the warm water still had its way of chasing away any ace in my body. After I got dressed I looked at myself in the mirror, crunching my nose as I assess how much I still somehow looked like a child. Maybe it's because of my high, where on earth have you ever seen a five foot red-head that looked fit and I don't mean a normal red-head but a bloody tomato red-head. My skin at least isn't that pale colour and has a light tan, but it didn't stop the small freckle from disappearing. My eyes at least was a colour I love, a strange green-blue mixture that reminds me a lot of the sea. Sticking out my tongue at my reflection I grabbed a hairpin and fastened my mid-waist hair on my head to stop it from dripping down my shirt, I gave myself the eye before leaving the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. I caught the light of that old answering machine my mother insisted on keeping flickering, moving closer also to find an old photo that has finally been framed accompanying the machine. It's a photo of me and my mother on my eighteenth birthday dressed on glittering hats and feathers, our faces were makeup to look like those girls of the eighties. That was the only day my mother insisted that I should wear a short glittery dress with her and killer high heels, she took me to Vegas for the celebrations because that was a day that we never believed would come. My mother also cried a lot in her drunk state that day and kept insisting that it will only get better, at least that is what we hoped. That was the second best day of my life to be honest and I don't have a lot of them, no adventure I could ever dream of would come close to the times I have spent with my mother every waking moment. Letting out a shaking breath I could help but chuckle as I pressed the button to play the recording, sometimes I truly am a sucker. I listened to the fist beep as I opened the fridge to look at what there could be to eat.

'Hello my Buttecup, I'm pretty sure that you would have just gotten home now and we will talk about this when I get back....'

"Crap, sorry mom." I moaned as I took out a loaf of bread.

'I had to turn back and head back to the hospital, there was an accident at one of the children's rooms and it looks like some of them as escaped outside...'

"Now that is a sight I would like to see, my mother chasing after children in white hospital coats." I chuckled again, cutting cheese and tomatoes for my sandwich.

'What I mean to say is that I will be late today, when I get back we can discuss what we should do for your birthday. Maybe we can go into the city for the weekend...'

"You and I both know that I will never set foot on that soil." I pointed the knife full of butter at the machine as if she could see me.

'I know that you will not like it but Mads I truly belive it is time to settle everything, I want to see happy...'

"I am happy, where have a been unhappy?!" I snorted, searching through the cabinets for the toaster.

'and I am pretty sure you will be grumbling now, that is no way to talk to your mother young lady!!!! O and on a side note Raymond has asked about you, he wants to come over for a visit...'

"Really Mom!" I cringed, feeling my face heat up as I closed the toaster with my bread inside.

'Please think about it Mads, you still have a future ahead of you and I want you to live it to the fullest...'

"That does not mean I should get married and carry children in my stomach now, and we don't know what the future holds." I huffed, rubbing my eyes with my palm.

'i love you my Buttercup, see you soon! MWAH!'

It was a domino effect as the beep alerted the end of the message, that was when my phone started ringing. Turning of the toaster I headed for my room and looked at the hospitals number flashing, rolling my eyes I answered the call with a bright smile ready to give this mother of mine a witty comeback. But just like how my smile appeared I felt it disappear, it felt like everything started moving slower as if time was about to stop. The coldness of the rain can't even compare to how it feels like at how my blood froze in my body. My ears started ringing as my mind tried to comprehend what was happening now, my body shook as everything felt like it was going numb. It was the crash of my phone on the floor that shocked my body into motion and I started running, leaving everything behind and trying to ignore those words that felt like an eco as I fled with tears in my eyes. Hoping and praying that this was just a bad dream, a nightmare that I will wake up from.

"We deeply regret to inform you of your loss miss..."