skin, the foundation
had concealed the bruising of the black eye which was forming, but her swollen
eyelid had begun to droop down slightly. Her cheek had become very inflamed and
purple bruising had started to form along the curve of her cheek bone. The
foundation did little to conceal the large bulge of bruising and redness,
causing Madison to feel more self-conscious then she had earlier. Two large
dark circles hung underneath each eye and her skin was pale and dull, she
looked tired and ill. Today’s event had taken its toll on her body, mental
state and emotions. Madison felt the need to conceal the injury further, by
applying additional layers of foundation, but she decided quickly against this
- knowing that there was little she could do to conceal the newly formed
bruising. Hopelessness flooded in - Madison leant her head against the window,
her eyes falling towards the floor. Allowing her body to hang limp in the
comfort of the seat of the train, she let the music take her over. Her heart
beat matching the low strum of a guitar and the soft, slow flow of a husky
voice. The music passed through every molecule of her body moulding it into the
rhythm of the music. Every muscle relaxed and tightened in response to the
higher and lower verses of the song.
Madison
closed her eyes tight as the sadness bubbled under the surface. Tears tried to
escape from underneath her eyelids, but she fought them back - letting the
music portray her feelings.
Chapter Three: London
When
Madison and Stephanie were in high school they fantasised about moving to
London together. They talked for hours about renting an apartment and discussing
how they would furnish it with expensive silks and exotic items they brought
back from one of the many holidays they would take together. Stephanie would
always finish the conversation with “Don’t worry I’ll buy us an 1800ft
penthouse above Regent Street when I’m a rich actress”. Stephanie had
always aspired to become an actress from a very early age. The truth was, she
wasn’t any good at it, but that never stopped her dreaming of the red carpets
of the Golden Globe Awards. She had a habit of freezing when put under pressure
and laughing uncontrollable when embarrassed or nervous about something. So it
wasn’t so much as case of Stephanie being a rubbish actress, but she physically
couldn’t get up in front of people and act. This was the reason why she
continued to work as a waitress in the small Chinese restaurant in Thatcham, chop
sticks - s he was waiting
for her ‘big break’. Stephanie saw no point changing job roles as she knew
acting was all she wanted to do with her life even though she struggled with
nerves and when she eventually made it as an actress, she would make Madison
her assistant - as well as best friend and advisor.
The
decision to move to London had always been lingering at the back of Madison’s
mind. London had always been a safe haven for her and Stephanie, somewhere
where Madison could run too - escaping Phil and the life she had longed to be
rid of. She had made the decision to go to London unconsciously. It was an
instinct that had been triggered when Phil’s fist impacted with her face. It
had become Madison’s destiny - Phil had knocked her physically onto the
right path.
Madison
stirred; movement awoke her from a semi-unconscious sleep. She had been
drifting in and out of consciousness for over an hour, only waking up a few
times to check that she was still alone in the carriage and that her
possessions were still by her side. Now, two boys entered the carriage through
the automatic doors that led through to the next carriage. They were both
dressed completely in black, wearing identical black jeans and plain black,
hooded jumpers. The black hoods of their jumpers pulled up over their heads,
shielding their faces in shadow. Although their faces were covered their body frames were no bigger than
an fifteen year olds.
Both boys
walked over to the
Larry Bird, Jackie Macmullan