Tormented minds

Chapter 1

Maddies-Madge POV:

“Come on Madge” I heard Mitch shout from down stairs, my next door neighbour whose real name was Michael, but I called him Mitch because he was small for his age, totally in love with football age 16 but taller than me, unfortunately even as I was 15. He had short and black hair that seemed to stick up in awkward angles with piercing blue eyes that darkened in the summer. He hated me calling him Mitch because it supposedly made him sound “uncool” but I bet he secretly liked it, he had his own name for me as you`ve found out and it seemed we were late for school. Scooping up my Roxy bag with all my school homework and accessories for my first day back at school, I took the steps two at a time until I halted in the mirror.

Two black lumps were forming on my head and the other by my lip which was cut but had dried, I looked a mess. Sighing angrily I brushed my chestnut fluffy hair flat again, growling as I couldn`t entirely hide my busted lip. I wish I didn`t live here, last night dad had come home drunk, again. Mum was usually able to sort him out up front; he used to be so happy, in fact he never hit out, swore or threw bottles at the cat. But then he`d crashed, it had just been an ice patch that shouldn`t of been there, he lost control of the car and a lorry smashed into mums side, wiping her out completely. Well that’s what the paramedics had said, but I knew that it wasn`t straight away as she had enough time to mumble something and hand over a golden chain necklace with a locket that I still wore today-I would never lose it or I’d kill myself for sure, it was the only thing I had left after dad`s rampage.

He had burnt all of her stuff, blaming himself and slowly I had learnt just too…forget her…whenever he was around anyway. Mum would forever be in my mind and in my tiny box of memories under my secret floorboard No matter what he said- stupid bastard. I sighed angrily. I jumped down the last few steps and swung myself happily out the door, closing it quietly so I didn`t wake dad. I turned and smiled at Mitch, everything seemed forgotten as he smiled cheerily back at me, but the smile slowly turned into a frown and his fingers delicately probed my bruised head. I slapped his hand away and started for the gate, I heard Mitch sigh frustrated behind me but he was by my side soon enough. He was the only one who knew about my dad, he`d found out about 8 years ago, when dad had pulled my hair and smashed a glass on the cat.

Of course; he`d been horrified and had tried to help but he was only 6 and I had sworn him to secrecy ever since. And he hated it, every day I came out with a new additional colour to my face but I couldn`t let anyone else know, they`d probably take dad away. It wasn`t a bad thought but he was only like this because of the accident…he could change, couldn`t he?

“I hate it when your dad does that you know, next ti…” He growled and balled his fists aggressively.

“No next time Michael…I just can`t let anything happen to him, he`s unstable” he was about to retort but I silenced him with a glare. For a few seconds we walked on in silence, but being Mitch he had to lighten the mood.

“Had a fight with the staircase again” he chuckled while staring forwards; I looked up at him putting my innocent face on. Glad that we weren`t having to talk about this again.

“Yes…and it won” I declared while shifting my bag on my shoulder and picking up a faster pace. Mitch laughed and looked at me quizzically.

“You know…sometimes I wonder why your stairs haven’t eaten you yet” I smirked and shook my head.

“Perhaps it has better tastes” I thought aloud. Mitch looked at me out of the corner of his eye and mumbled something I couldn`t quite hear.

“Sorry what was that” I asked while skip running over the main road to the school gates, ignoring the sudden blares of horns and the startled look from Mitch.

“Never mind…Well I found Shug…Bye” Mitch reluctantly waved and I watched sadly as Mitch slowly disappeared into the massing crowds of school kids, there were of course the populars, the jockeys so on and so forth. I stood on my tiptoes scanning the area until I found them. The misfit`s I guess they call us…don’t know why, but it kinda fits I guess. I ran over to Jemma and was greeted with a warm hug.

I hugged the last few people of our group before the bell went, great…school. Well my first class was with Sooty, a young girl with curly black hair and a positive attitude towards climbing. But you don`t want to know why we call her that…let`s just say it just involves a chimney and a stuck teddy bear.

Michaels-Mitch POV:

Stupid, Stupid….Stupid I couldn`t help but shake the feeling that something had happened last night, although a late night before, with blaring music doesn`t help the next day when you find a comfortable bed that’s not being used by your snoring mate. The hate for Madge`s repulsive father had grown even more powerful, ever since that fateful day….

Domo, I hope you all enjoyed this :P thank you x