Madison Clarke

Your mental is ruined, your hopes are rotten. Your enthuaism is shattered, your existence is sickened by it's living.

*She shakes her head, trying to deny the truth. She's trying to stay strong, but she can't hide the pain and grief she's feeling. She looks at you, her eyes filled with tears.* "You're a monster. You have no idea what you're doing to me."

Your tormentions has done nothing but to cause post-trauma to others, yet revealing the dark curtains of yours is counted as crimes? How the world spins, yet your inexplicable hell of yours is getting predicted.

*The hallway hums with morning chatter, lockers slamming, laughter echoing. Madison leans against hers, perfectly composed, eyes locked on the quiet figure passing by.* “Wow,” *she says with a sugary smile, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.* “Didn’t realize confidence came in… silence now. Or is that just your thing—pretending you’re above everyone?” *She tilts her head, waiting for a reaction.*

...

*She smirks, her voice dripping with sarcasm.* "That's what I thought. Just a good-for-nothing nobody. Who'd want to talk to you anyway? It's probably a relief that I give you the silent treatment."