Melody's Song

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Melody Hayden just wanted to save her foster mother from suffering the same, incredulous death as her real mother had by the hand of her father. Did she succeed? Or did she not?

Submitted: December 21, 2009

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“Melody! Stop! Don’t do it!” Chelsea cried out behind me, voice breaking.
My ears perceived the sound of her movement towards me.
“Stay back! Come any closer and I’ll do it,” I bellowed back.
“Mel, don’t,” Jesse pleaded, seeming fearful.
“Sorry,” I said, teary-eyed to Jesse’s voice, as I lifted one of my legs and stretched it over the edge of the building.
“No!” Chelsea hollered as I heard her run towards me.
I pushed my outstretched leg down the side of the tall building, causing my body to be thrust forward. I shrieked as I received the feel of the wind whipping at my face and making the rest of my flailing body numb.
The last thing my eyes had viewed was the concrete. I perceived sharp pains everywhere in my oblivious body and I couldn’t breathe at all under the choking agony. Then, I saw no more. I thought no more. I heard no more. Everything I had once known had cloaked itself in a black veil and had hidden in the despairing darkness.
“Melody Hayden,” a voice ominously stated in the dark recess of my mind.
I tried to reply, but I couldn’t. I was numb from pain. I was terrified. I-I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. I felt like crying, but I couldn’t figure out how to. It seemed as if all my thoughts had been drained from my brain and had floated away from me to another mind somewhere else.
“You committed the sin of suicide,” the ominous voice said.
Suicide. I had killed myself purposely…. Though it was solely for a woman who was like a mother to me. A woman who gave me everything since that terrible night when I approached her front door, being seven years old, covered in blood, grieving my mother’s death—or rather her murder.
“You have done this only to save the life of your foster mother, Susan Hanson Milton,” the voice added.
Susan had been stolen away and held hostage by the man who had caused the beginning of my life to be terrifying, and the end of it to be heart-breaking and contradicting—the man who had helped bring me into this world, only for it to be deemed pointless to no certain extent.
“For the sole purpose of your suicide to save her, you will be allowed into the only place you can live happily, the place where you would fit in due to your kind nature. The place which is often forgotten by living humans, the only place to go after you die besides sleeping in the darkness forever due to evil deeds once committed, the place called Oliveria,” the darkness in the voice had lightened slightly as he named title of the home of the afterlife of which I was sentenced to, and I heard a slight smile in the voice.
I couldn’t feel any emotion to this news. I felt blank and most of all, dead. I suppose if I did feel an emotion it would have been happiness or joy, since I was being sent to Oliveria instead of sleeping in the darkness, but now that I think about it, it may have made my life much easier if I was sent to sleep in darkness for committing suicide.
I remembered back to what had happened to cause what I had done… Back to when I came to the Milton’s home for help that horrible night that still remains to torment the most vulnerable part of my mind. I was seven years old and I overheard my parents talking, well actually yelling, one night.
“....and I can't handle you beating me and Melody, all the time!” my mother screeched at my father.
“It's not beating! It's discipline!” he bellowed.
“Discipline is not half-killing a person!”
Then, I heard a blatant slap and a faint yelp from my mother’s lips. I pried open my bedroom door and I would have shrieked as loud as I could if only I had not been used to the two of them being abusive towards each other. My mother was sprawled outuncomfortably on the floor with her beautiful sapphire eyes closed and her body unconscious. Her long hair, which was as black as the dots on a die, was fanned outon the dark-colored, kitchen floor. I gasped and my father turned to look at me.
“Melody! You get back in your room right now!” he vociferated.
“What did you do to my mother!?” I wailed as I fled to grovel beside her. “Mom? Mom? Mom!” Tears aroused from my eyes as I screeched, “You monster!” at him.
He sauntered over to me and scrutinized my being with animosity in his slate-colored, unemotional eyes.
“What did you just call me?!” he howled and lambasted me numerous times to the head. I collapsed to the floor due to enervation and I could perceive the sound him severing open the locked knife drawer in our white-styled kitchen. He had our amplest knife in his hand. He took it and savagely penetrating through her skin and piercing right into her heart. I was mortified and shrieked in terror as I lamented my mother. He turned to me and smirked, diabolically. He lifted the blood-cloaked knife and thrust it straight at my head. I screamed in terror, but revolved my body away nimbly enough to avoid his assault. As soon as the knife impacted to the ground, I erected myself and absconded out the door. I attempted to make the tears cease, but they were ignorant to my rapid blinking, trying to cause them to stop. I ran up the street with all the force and muscle in my body, fearing my life, to my friend, Chelsea's, house.
I ran as fast as I could up the stairs to the front door. As I ran, all the blood got smeared all over me. I panicked a little when I heard my father's voice screaming “Melody! Melody, you get back here, right now! But, I was right in front of the door by the time he finished. I was in the clear. I knocked on the door. No answer. I rang the door bell. Still, no answer.
“Chelsea! Jesse! Help me! It's Melody! Hel--” Then, the door swung open and their mother, Susan, stood there, clearly she had been sleeping because her long, blond hair was messed up and frizzy. Though I woke her up, her deep blue eyes were filled with concern. She saw the tears streaming down my face and all the blood I was covered in.
“Oh my god!” She shrieked. “Melody, sweetie, what happened to you?!” She said, worriedly.
“My...my...my father...killed my...my mother!” I cried.
I recognized the shock in her eyes.
“C-come in, sweetheart.” she said, teary-eyed, and sobbing as she put her hand around my back and led me inside.
As soon as we got into her living room, I caught sight of Jesse and Chelsea settled on the couch, gazing at the television. Chelsea's long, coffee-colored hair was messy and her chocolate brown eyes were filled with worry. Jesse was stretched out across two of the three couch cushions. His sun-bleached hair was a mess and his crystalline blue eyes were staring at my blood-stained clothes when I strode in, cringing back into Susan.
“Melody, what happened to you?” Chelsea said, in syllables.
“My father...he...he...killed my...my...mother...” I said as I looked down at my feet with tears streaming, again.
I heard them stand up from the sofa and cautiously over to me.
“Chelsea, why don't you bring her to go clean up in the bathroom and get her some clean clothes... Are you okay, honey?” She asked me.
“Y...Yes...”
“I'm going to call the police and tell them what happened, alright?”
“O...Okay...” I answered, still looking at my feet.
“C'mon, Mel.” Chelsea said as she led me to the bathroom.
“Okay...” I said. And followed her out.
Susan called the police while I was gone. They instructed her to keep me at her abode and they would send some personal from the FBI looking for Father, actually, hold up. He didn’t even deserve to be called my father anymore. Now he was Derek Hayden, a man I never wanted to face again. About two weeks subsequently, Derek was in prison was sentenced for ten years. I was adopted by Susan and I wasecstaticthat she took me in. She said she didn't want to send me to an old orphanage and never see me again when she had enough room in her enormous house for more. Her husband, Warren, liked me, too, so he said I could stay. But, ten years later, when I was seventeen, Father was let out of prison. I was terrified. I couldn't understand why they didn't give him a death sentence, a life for a life. I was scared he might hurt Susan, Chelsea, Warren, and Jesse for taking me in and helping me. More importantly, turning him in and sending him to prison. Then, ten years later, he took Susan hostage and threatened to kill her if I did not kill myself previous to his deadline of two week subsequent to the date he first stole her away.
Slowly, as if my eye lids were parting, I could see again. I could feel again. I could hear again and think again. I was vivacious about my spirit, or rather myself, living on after death, though it seemed strange. I was ecstatic, but I knew this would be strange, being away from Chelsea, Jesse, Susan, and her husband, Warren, but I would strive through it.
When my eyes had opened, I saw the blurry image of the pale, pale face of a boy. I couldn’t see his features clearly, but I saw he had long, ebony hair and jade-colored eyes. My eyes focused and I could perceive the image of his face more clearly.
He looked as if he were about my age, maybe a year or two older. He has soft curves to his face and a proportionate nose to his head. He was a good-looking boy.
“Hello,” he said, his voice so rich and smooth that I felt as if I were going to melt.
Now who was I kidding when I said he was merely good-looking? That was such an understatement! He was gorgeous! The most handsome and attractive boy I had ever seen.
“My name is,” he continued, outstretching his hand to me.
At first I perceived the hand gesture as a hand shake, but I apprehended the fact that I was sitting down, leaning against something which felt like a wall behind me, and I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet.
“Ethan,” he finished.
Ethan? No way… It couldn’t be Ethan from when I was little… This can’t possibly be real… He died—which is why he would be here…
“E-Ethan?” I gasped.
“How have you been Mel?” he asked, a coy smile forming on his lips.
“Missing you!” I shouted as clobbered him with a great big hug, sobbing onto the sleeve of his shirt.
I merely stood there, sobbing for nearly ten minutes, tears of joy, yet also of sorrow for not seeing Ethan for so long after that terrible day I had found his corpse lying strewn over the window sill of his bedroom window which was parallel to mine in my house beside his in our old neighborhood and was inches away from the wooden boards building up my abode. He had died of his disease which I had believed to be the horrible killer illness named lung cancer.
“I’ve missed you as well, my dear,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “And someone else has been grieving your absence along by my side.”
I jerked my head up to look at him. “Who?”
I glanced quickly around myself and finally saw clearly where I was. I was in a green garden, plentiful with fruits and vegetables such as celery, apples, pears, and cucumbers. There was a distant waterfall, which was close enough for me to perceive the sound of the water flowing straight down and finally colliding with more water at the bottom, creating a loud splash. I saw a faint figure at the opposite end of the garden.
“Melissa,” Ethan called towards the figure.
The figure came to me so speedily I could not even follow its movement and I felt its arms wrapped tightly around me and I heard soft sobbing in my ear.
“Melody,” a light, whimsical voice said in my ear, the one which had been grieving, the figure’s voice, “Oh, how I’ve missed you. Derek has ruined my life as well as yours now.”
Now, I had discovered whom the figure’s identity had been—my mother. I squeezed her so tightly that I believed if we were alive, I would have choked her.
“M-mom, I-I missed you so much!” I cried, bursting out into tears, streaming down my cheeks like long, flowing rivers.
“I know, honey, I missed you just as much, if not more,” she said, squeezing tighter, as though she may never let go, though I would never let go either.
My mother and Ethan were all I needed to keep me living here. All I needed to restart my life over at the beginning and do it right. Starting with, never letting go of neither Ethan nor my mother. I loved them too much to ever, ever let them leave again. Their absence from my life now would kill me, if not physically, then mentally. Family and friends are the only ones I can depend on here in Oliveria, my new home, my new life, my fresh start to being reborn and given another chance to do everything that was ever wronged in my life and attempt to, no, definitely make it right.


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