The story of Madeline Sarah Louise
Two high schoolers fall in love and get married shortly after their graduation:
She was the most intelligent girl in her class, but she never let anyone know. She couldn’t care for good grades or being a teachers pet, she understood things with great meaning though. Valuing poetry and music. She also had a taste for alternative fashion, always dying her ginger hair black. She was clever and could easily beat anybody in a tactical game, she made careful calculations in her every move, always seeming one step ahead. She was incredibly beautiful, and always had boys swooning for her, but never for the right reason. Her husband was different though.
Donald Louise was humble and sweet. Though physically intimidating his sweet charms attracted Mirabel. He was careful and protecting. He would often carry her over puddles and down the street when her shoes made her feet ache. He never cared for her appearance, though he found her quite beautiful and understood how lucky he was, he was truly in love with her wits. He had found someone who could have deep meaningful conversations with, and teach him something new everyday. He was hopelessly in love with her since freshman year and married her and moved in with her as soon as they graduated.
Though their house was small and they were poor Mirabel and Donald couldn’t possibly be happier. They lived a soft life, Mirabel often woke to Sunday breakfast in bed. There were always flowers on the table and a warm movie night on the horizon. Donald showered her in love and took joy in their discussions. Though he was kind and thoughtful and provided her with nearly everything, Mirabel couldn’t help but be consumed by her mothers life style.
Mirabel’s family was one of alcohol and cigarettes, she often woke to coughing fits and hungover. Donald would hold her dark hair back as she puked herself to nothing most mornings. He was eaten up inside by this, but felt quite helpless. Their otherwise happy marriage was slowly being eaten away by Mirabel’s addiction.
A high school graduate who had recently moved into the apartment next to Mirabel and Donald’s. He had always noticed how beautiful Mirabel was. He fantasized about taking her home often.
One night Mirabel was slouched outside of the apartment complex. She felt incredibly nauseous and couldn’t imagine taking the elevator all the way to the ninth floor on her own. Joey was coming inside on his way home from a late shift at the local grocery store. He offered to help her to her apartment on his own way in. She accepted and he sling his arm under hers and brought her all the way to the hall, but by the time they were outside both their doors she had passed out, far to drunk to walk or speak. The door to her apartment was locked and Donald was far asleep as it was nearly 2 am. Joey brought Mirabel to his apartment; at first he could resist the urges. But with no girl of his own and how beautiful Mirabel looked after he had undressed her, he couldn’t help himself.
This ordeal continued multiple times over the next few weeks, until Mirabel had realized she was pregnant and stopped visiting the bar, and Joey in result.
Guilt consumed her day by day. Donald was overjoyed, though perplexed at the fact that they had not been very active recently. She slowly pieced together that this was Joeys doing. She had little memory of the nights she spent with him. Though she often woke in the hallway outside of her home to Donald bringing her in, she recalled falling asleep in a bed not her own several times
Nine months later Mirabel gave birth to her baby, Madeline Louise. She gave Madeline her husbands last name, though she was not his child, she knew in spirit he was her father, not Joey.
The guilt and shame consumed her even more after she had given birth to her bastard daughter. She turned back to the bar. Once she was wasted she gained the drunken confidence to confront Joey, and he admitted, claiming she was asking for it. This enraged Mirabel, this idiot teenager had ruined her life. She attacked him but was soon overpowered and beaten to death. Horrified at the sight of her lifeless corpse, Joey soon took his own life. This was not difficult, as he lived on the ninth floor. The police found dangerous amounts of substance in Joeys body at the autopsy, this may have caused him to act so irrationally and violently.
The funeral Donald attended for Mirabel was a terrible day. With an infant baby clutched in his arms, and the sun shining so smugly on him ; as if to say this day was good at all, as if to say he deserved this and no mourning; how could he do anything but cry?
Donald’s hair grew very long after this, with no energy to maintain it, on top of “his” daughter. Soon he found he looked quite simular to how his hair was in his youth, to when he first married Mirabel, he soon cut it in his bathroom.
He didn’t resent her. He forgave her. He wished he could keep her safe, he would do anything really. The only thing he could do was make sure he didn’t fail Madeline like he did her mother. He sure did try.
When Madeline was a little girl her papa called her Maddi. She was an adventurous child, she loved to be carried on her papas shoulders around the park, pulling at the branches of trees. Donald never resented her like he expected he would. He loved her like his own. He loved her like a single dad with no one else loves a child with no one else to love her.
Donald didn’t like talking about Mirabel with Madeline. It made his chest sting. His chest would sting the same when she laughed her same laugh, and when she would fall asleep watching movies the same way. It all hurt.
In her teen years Madeline found a comfort in movies, tv, comics, and video games. Though she was poor she loves reading comics in the library and playing video games on the school computers. She was very alone but never lonely, finding comfort in the company of her father. Even on the nights where she was comforting her father while he hung his head over the toilet and puked after a night spent drinking and crying. These occasions were once rare but increased as she got older and her father had more time on his hands to mourn.
As Madeline aged she refused to go by any childish nickname. The days of prepubescent neediness were behind her as she fully developed. Boys began to notice her and she began to take opportunities to drink and party more. Donald was accustomed to this and took no mind. He tried to no avail a few times to talk to Madeline about sobriety. She found a new type of confidence in the objectification of her body for male validation. She spent her days showing herself off at bars and getting wasted. This was how she met Ariz, someone who seemed to understand her on a deeper level. She was weary at first but became enthralled in conversation. He was romantic and sweet, incredibly humble and understanding, at least to her drunk self. She spent the night with him and for the first time in a long time got a good nights sleep with him holding her and kissing her. They made love, not because he was using her, but because she loved him. However when she woke in the morning he was gone. She realized she was pregnant and for the first time in her life since she was a child managed sobriety for a year. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy which she named Ona Louise Silver. She dedicated her life to finding her lost lover, and keeping the only piece of him she had left, his own flesh and blood. She got into a heated argument with her father over the phone one day, and later that week was evicted from her apartment and became homeless. She didn’t know what to do and walked down a long stretch of sand by the end of her city. She climbed the fence and continued for miles until she found the village where Ariz was from, finally. She told his striking younger brother of everything and how she had his baby, but no home. He allowed her to stay in the village as long as she liked, ensured she would be provided food for her and her baby. She accepted this comfortable life with open arms. However things dampened when she learned what had happened to her lover. Jacklyn had shot him in the chest the night he escaped her bedroom.
Madeline appreciated her life in the village but the wound of Ariz’s death never healed. She often drank all the booze she had and would walk for miles to go to the city to steal more. She neglected Ona and allowed him to be taken into Jacklyns care. Her only comfort was the bottle and the ghost of Ariz which would float about the village. He wasn’t the same. More distant and younger. He wasn’t the same as the man who had held her that night and whispered she was safe till she slept. Even soon the comfort of Ariz’s ghost left her, as he would be giving up his remaining half soul to Ona. She wept and wept until she drank herself to death. Nobody noticed Madeline’s passing except for Piper who lived next door and had noticed how awfully quite it had been. She couldn’t bare the feelings that came upon her so she held a quiet burial for Madeline, informing no one but Ona of her passing. Though he never expressed that he cared very much. Piper did note a strange appearance of goat like features on her corpse. She would later learn through her son joy the root of these features. Madeline’s alcoholism had brought a curse upon her. If she had not died that night the curse would have eventually killed her.
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