• *A voicemail left to Madison from me at 3:14am*
    "Madison, I F**KING hate you! YOU HEAR ME!? I F**KING HATE YOU!!!! And don't you ever f**king forget that, b**ch."

    These kind of voicemail messages were common amongst us at this time. We honestly didnt even know that we were doing it after a while. It became a nightly routine. We would alternate nights and call at ridiculous times in the night just to remind each other of our hatred. Another brilliant example of our love of destroying each other. The funny thing was, even though she would cry after hearing the messages and we both mutilated ourselfs due to it, it was, at the same time....like when to normal people say "I love you" to each other. Our rationality was "If we hate each other, that just means we care enough about the person TO hate them. Hate is thusly synonomous with love."

    This all changed, however, the first time she cheated. I knew the very night she cheated that she was unfaithful. It was her night to call but my phone lay on the table beside my bed all night, undisturbed. The next day, she completely avoided me at school. Eventually, after the bell to signal the end of school, I caught her in a deserted space between two of the buildings."You b**ch! You f**king B**CH!"I snarled, "HOW COULD YOU!?" She opened her mouth, terrified, as if she was about to speak. "SHUT UP! I don't want to hear your s**t!" I brought my tightly clentched fist down upon her cheeck with a force that I was unaware I was capable of. I had a silver ring with a Tiger's Eye stone that I wore back then. The stone split in two when it connected with her skull. After that, I dont remember what I did.

    Whatever I did after that, I must have been loud because a good friend of mine was walking by and came rushing to us. He held me back and just told Madison to run. His interferrance probably kept me out of prison for murder.

    It was a week before I saw Madison again. She had been recovering for that long and, I imagine, avoiding me as well. Aparently, I chipped two of her teeth and left her severely bruised.When she returned, however, we simply acted as if nothing happened. Luckily, nobody but Madison, my friend, and I knew about the incident. Madison and I embraced and kissed eachother like we were a new couple again. It was beautiful... for about three days.

    Our minds were both still raveged by drugs and we showed no signs of stopping. Our physical relationship became the only means of communication between us. We no longer talked. Not even a "hello." We were both paranoid of each other. Unfortunately, that's what schizophrenia and narcotics do. We fell into an obsession with sex. We used sex as an excuse to actually talk to each other. She would call me and read to me her wildest fantasies with me that she had written in her diary. That damned diary. That's where the next problem started.