This story is based off the song, " Haunted" By Evanesence.
" Yeah, I guess so..." Melissa shrugged her shoulders, at her friends question of, if she had a fun shopping at the mall.
" So... Does that mean you want to go again sometime?!" Cassi asked smiling brushing a lock of pale blonde hair behind her shoulder, still sitting in the passenger seat of Melissa's car with her seat belt on.
Melissa thought about that for a moment. Honestly she did not have very much fun, walking threw the mall with Cassi for hours, as she wasted money on clothes, shoes and things she would never need. But, on the other hand, she liked being to hang out with some one, who wasn't completely annoyed by her and wanted to run away screaming. She was going to hate her self after saying this but...
" Sure, why not. It was fun!" Melissa painfully pulled out another false smile to make her friend happy. And it worked, Cassi grinned and clapped excitedly. Before taking her seat belt off, and looking over her tight blue jeans, and pale pink tank top.
" Thanks so much! I'm glad I can make you feel better Mel." Cassi said leaning over and wrapping her arms around Melissa's neck. Melissa returned the hug glad for the warmth, but did not enjoy hugging to much. The only person she ever hugged was Cassi. And maybe her Aunt Jenni when she came over once and a while.
" Yeah. See you another time..." Melissa said waving as Cassi got out, shut the door and stood smiling waving over excitedly. As Melissa drove away she rolled her eyes. Knowing that one day, most likely soon knowing Cassi, she would have to drive the twenty minutes back over to the apartment building Cassi lived in, and then spend more time spending money.
It was not that she did not have alot of money. Because, she DEFINATLY had money and lots of it. Thanks to her parents death, ever since she was eight, she had been getting $2000 dollars a month. And had no need to work, or go to collage to gain any skills for a job. She just did not like spending money, or being near other people. Or having to much fun. Living alone, eating eggs and bacon for every meal, and raymond noodles when it wasn't that, only talking to people threw facebook, texting or once and a while video chat, was perfectly fine with 19 year old Melissa Chambers.
Or maybe it was just, that way no one could see how much pain she was in. No one could see her cry when ever she saw a child with their parents, being loved and cared for. Maybe it was because when she was around other people, she felt like everyone was always looking at her like she was from another planet, and maybe she just never wanted to talk because she had nothing to say. When ever she had something to say no one was listening, or she broke down crying. She never wanted anyone to see her in all her pain.
She was fine with walking around in her dark house, and sometimes going on the back porch to feel the warm sunshine on her skin. The light breeze blowing threw her long black hair.
She sighed, as she turned down the road one street from her house. Her perfect house, where she could walk threw the door, close it. And never have to hear anyones voices, never have to see anyone. Well, that is not so true...
She could feel pain in her chest and a sick feeling in her stomach as she stopped at stoplight behind a blue Lexis. She knew is she looked right of her, she would see the bright, green grassed park, all the kids playing and laughing. Their parents smiling from park benches, the fathers tossing around footballs to there small bright eyes son's that were sure to grow up as the popular football star of their highschool. And the small, blonde, excited girls, sure to grow up, happy popular cheerleaders.
Her eyes were filled with tears as she pulled into her drive way, and her large two story, three bedroom, two bathroom, dark brown house, was blurry as she looked out of her neon blue eyes, that if she bothered to date anyone, would have made a man melt to ground and kiss her feet anyday.
She got slowly out of the car, fearing her past. Knowing what was to come. She had not even made it to the door yet, when she could already hear the whisper's from the past in her ears.
The screams of her mother as she stood in front of Melissa guarding her from the stream of bullets coming from te gun held by her fathers drunken hands. The blood soaking threw her mothers light blue dress, crimson, and sickly.
Melissa cried, screamed for her father to stop hurting her mother. But he didn't. He was just so angry, so, so angry with her mother. And Melissa has no idea why he was so mad, or how anyone could be angry at her mother, that they wanted to hurt her. How anyone could be angry enough to hurt anyone on this earth!
She soon realised she was already in her house, the dark door closed, and she was lying on the hard wooden floor four feet from the closed door. Curled into a small ball, her large grey jacket covering half of her face, already soaked in tears, her sobbs echoed threw the house, up the stairs, in most likely up the chimney in the 2nd room to the left of the hallway upstairs. Which was her room, the room she picked because of the fire place. It was always warm and comforting up there, she would lay there on a blanket on the floor in front of the warm fire, her right arm as a pillow, and fall asleep. Only to me woken by nightmeres. But she was not going to make it upstairs, she would have to let her fears drain onto the floor down stairs, untill she fell asleep numbly. Never wanting to wake again, but knowing she would.
She would have to deal with the pain for now, but when she woke, she would be fine though not for long but still at least for a few hours, she could smile once and a while, reading a book by her fire. But she would never be okay, she would always here the long lost whisper's of her past...