One teacher did, however, get her talking. A woman � Dawn. She was only a substitute, but she also had the greatest effect on the students, especially Madison. If there was ever any hope for Madison, it was Dawn. Madison had a deep love for Dawn, and Dana knew it killed her. At the same time Dana respected Madison for it. She was in awe that Madison could have that kind of love for another woman, hell � another person. Madison was not a lesbian; it was more of a deep respectful love and Dana did indeed respect that.
Dana sat in the chair at the hospital that held her client and thought about Madison. She had so much going for her. With her short blackish red hair and amazing figure she could get most any guy she wanted. But being Madison her relationships were not the best � in fact, in most cases they were completely non-existent. She had a bad relationship with her family and had significant trouble with relationships as a whole. The only relationship that was really working for Madison was the one she had with Dana. Poor Madison just couldn�t get Dawn to see how much she loved and respected her.
This is what eventually, after years of depression, led her to take her own life on that fateful August night. School had finished for Madison, as she was going to intensive depression treatment for the rest of year and perhaps longer. Madison had Dawn last period as a substitute, much to her delight. When class had finished Madison walked to the front as everyone was leaving and engulfed her teacher in a hug. When the teacher let go, Madison did not. Instead, she tightened her grip and prepared herself for what she was going to say to the beautiful woman before her. After savouring the moment she had looked forward to, she let go.
�What was that for Madison?� Smiled Dawn.
�A goodbye. I�m leaving.� Madison said quietly, her eyes glued to the floor beneath her.
�Where are you going honey?� Madisons breathing became laboured and a tear rolled down her cheek.
�Rehabilitation for the manic depressant. I�m having intensive treatment.� Dawn said nothing, but tilted Madisons face towards her own so that Madison had to look her in the eyes.
�I�m gonna miss you.� That did it. Madison began to cry. The tears stung her face.
�I�m gonna miss you to. So much.� Dawn again said nothing, but wrapped her arms wound Madison in an empathetic hug. Madison held her close and readied herself. �Dawn,� she whispered,� I love you. Not like that. I�I respect you so much. I am going to be lost without you.� Dawn, for the third time, said nothing, but looked into Madisons eyes with such sympathy that it rocked her. �I�I have to go. Goodbye Dawn.� She said nothing more and left. Outside the school Dana was waiting for her. Dana let Madison cry in her arms right there for an hour, not needing to say a word, for they both understood the excruciating pain that Madison felt.
Three hours later Dana received a frantic phone call from Madison�s mother asking her to come to her house. When Madison arrived, she found police cars and an ambulance to greet her. The door was open so she walked in. �Mrs. Baloche?� Madison�s mother came rushing out the kitchen. Tears streaming down her face. �She did it Dana, Oh my God she did it.� Mrs. Baloche led Dana into the kitchen. �Oh my God.� Screamed Dana. Madison was lying on the floor covered in blood, a knife through her heart. Dana turned from the sight of her dead best friend. �Oh my God.�