50 Ways To Say Goodbye

As a child, Madison had always been happy. She loved her mom as if she was her whole world, and suddenly she's passed away and her friends abandoned her.

Left alone, Madison runs her own life, under her rules. Slowly she begins to ruin herself, but can someone change that?


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I took a huge drag off my cigarette and slowly blew out the smoke. It felt so nice to finally smoke again. I'd been craving that all day. I threw the small remains of it on the floor outside and got out of my car and began walking into the bar. Guys stared at me as I made my way to the counter. I pulled out a five and set it on the counter. "Give me a shot of Whiskey."

"How old are you?" The bartender asked me doubtfully.

"I'm twenty-one. Do you want the money or not." I answered, knowing he didn't care that I was really seventeen. People will do anything for money.

He poured me a glass and took the five, not even taking one more glance at me. I took the shot and threw my head back, letting the warm alcohol burn down my throat. A guy walked up beside me and looked me up and down. "Have you been in here before? I think I would've remembered you." He said flirtatiously.

" I said without even looking at him. I clenched my fist, waiting for him to try something else.

"Come on, baby. Don't be like that." He tried to kiss me but I backed away and punched him in the face. He jumped back in surprise and covered his nose with his hand. "You're crazy, man!" He yelled and ran to the bathroom.

I pretended like nothing happened and pulled out another cigarette and began smoking. Everyone was staring at me.

"Excuse me-" another man approached me.

"I'm not in the mood. Go. Away."

"But, I just need to tell you-"

I turned to face him and blew smoke in his face. "What do you want."

"I'm not a smoker and I was wondering if you could put that out."

I stared at him and he stayed right back. He had the bluest eyes. It reminded me of my mom's. Before looking away, I noticed his dark hair and dimples, his face was very mature and kinda cute. I looked away and blew the smoke out of my mouth. Without looking back at him, I put my cigarette out and ordered another Whiskey.

"Thank you." He simply said as he walked away.

The bartender gave me my twenty dollars worth of Whiskey. Feeling dizzy, I walked myself to the bathroom, bumping into a few people of the way. I locked myself in a stall and automatically felt my vomit come to the surface. I was in the stall for half an hour, still throwing up on and off.

Eventually, someone walked into the bathroom. "Are you okay, in there?" A male voice asked as he lightly knocked on the stall.

"I'm fine." My words felt fuzzy in my mouth. I hunched over the toilet as more came out.

"Hey, are you okay?" The man asked again, I could feel him trying to look at me through the crack of the stall.

I couldn't speak. I was preoccupied.

"Can you unlock the stall?" He asked, worried now.

I could finally stop vomiting enough to say "Go away."

The next thing I knew there was someone crawling under the stall. He stood up and unlocked it, giving us space. "Are you okay?"

I looked up to see who it was. It was the same cute boy from earlier. "Why are you in the woman's bathroom?" I think I asked.

"This is the men's room..." He held back a laugh.

I nodded and rested my head on the toilet, too sick to care.

"Let's get you home. Did you drive yourself here?"

I nodded as he lifted me up.

"I can't walk.." I tried to say.

He lifted me off my feet and carried me outside. "Which is your car?" He asked me. I pointed to it, my hand shaking from my lack of food and my heavy drinking tonight. I smelt him, liking how I felt in his arms and how strong he was. He found my keys in my purse and set me in the passenger side. He got in and turned my radio off. He stared the car and I instantly felt tired.

"You drank too much, didn't you?"

I groaned. "Bite me."

He laughed. "Are you always like this?"

"You look like you're seventeen. What were you doing in a bar." I said defensively.

"What were YOU doing in a bar?"

I didn't say anything and I slowly started to doze off.

The next thing I remember is him carrying me again, but into a house I've never seen before. It was beautiful. It was large and looked like it was fit for a King. He walked into a room and set me down on a bed and pulled a comforter over me. I think he left the room to give me space.

I took a quick glance around the room before realizing I needed a trashcan, and quick. I found one in the corner and threw up again. I laid back down, keeping the trashcan near me. I took one more quick glance around the room, seeing movie posters for Star Wars and music groups like the Beatles, the Stones, Pink Floyd, and Led Zeppelin. It must be a boy's room, I thought to myself. I passed out and was in a heavy sleep when I think someone came in and took my temperature and gave me a glass of water, but everything was too blurry to see.

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