Twist
Chapter 1
I sat on my bed sobbing, why did my dad have to leave us? I wiped my sweaty tears off my face and slid off my bed. Under my bed were the most precious and reliving things in my life right now. A razor, and some scissors, with sharp blades that will easily slice skin. I had been self harming since my brother began sexually abusing me. And now my father had left me so I had a chance to move to cutting. Before this incident I only scratched myself until I bled a little. But after all this time-3 years to be exact-I needed more pain, more relief. I hesitated with the razor blade, and so I went for the scissors. “Melody, go get me some wine!” mum ordered. My mum didn’t know about what Braxton did to me. I was a puny 15 year old girl and he was 19 year old boy! Mum would never believe me. I dropped the scissors in fright and ran down the stairs.
“Okay mum! I’ll be two seconds!” I replied skidding to the fridge. The cool chill of the machine cooled my raw red arms. The scratch kind of self-harming that I do only makes your arms sting and goes a bright red colour. I grabbed a bottle of Vodka and skipped to mum. I hated mum drinking every night but it helped her cope. She was in a serious debt even before dad left. I think that’s why he decided to move in with his brother. I sighed as mum took the drink in a rush.
“Thank you! Oh Melody, what would I do without you? You, I mean you just cope! Now, my little angle, take this,” she said and gave me a tenner. “Go treat yourself. There is a shop around the road.” I took the note and smiled. Mum’s already half way through a daydream and so I walked out the door. My baggy jogging bottoms flapped around my legs, and my fluffy fleece covered my upper half. It was raining, pouring, and my water proof coat didn’t help. When I arrived at the corner shop I decided to buy paracetamol, plasters and a chocolate bar. Paracetamol to stop the pain, plasters to cover the wound and a chocolate bar to be normal. The lady at the counter looked at me concerned when she went to ‘zap’ the pills and then she took a deep breath and dropped the medicine in the bag.
“3 pounds please.” The lady said, disturbing my dreaming.
“Um, right, I, err, only have a 10 pound note um…” my voice trailed off in nerve and the lady just to sighed and took the money. I walked slowly on the way back home. One reason because I wanted to clear my mine and then the other one was because I was tempted to run away. “I vow to not run away ‘til the day my mother dies.” I promised the world as I headed on home.
When I walked in mum was passed out on the sofa. Braxtons’ car was gone from the garage, which meant he won’t be here until tonight. Tonight, the night where he was due to do it. All over again, I would have to suffer. I ran upstairs and locked my door. I cried and cried and cried. Scratching got mixed in with scissors. Scissors got mixed in with blood and pain. Blood and pain got mixed in with one paracetamol. I used 5 plasters, for scared after five cuts. The drugs killed the agony and I slowly and frightfully fell asleep. I woke up to Braxton banging on my door.
“Melody! Wake the f**k up! Mum, she won’t wake up!” Braxton was practically screaming. Immediately I stood up and un-locked the door. Braxtons’ face was a fiery red under his golden blonde hair. His hands trembled with fury. I cautiously stepped passed him and jumped down the stairs. Mum was lopped on the sofa and her chest wasn’t moving and her eyes, still as ever.
“MUM! Mum, wake up!” I shook her viciously but her body was lifeless. I remember the vows I had said earlier. Braxton was on the floor, his face as pale as the dead womans’. Suddenly, he stood up and walked to the kitchen. I didn’t dare to move. I heard Braxton scream, but that was cut off by a noise. Like something cutting through muscles; a knife killing a human. A cling of metal dropped on the floor and a thud of flesh followed two seconds after. My feet froze but I forced them to move. I stopped and gasped as I saw blood dripping from Braxton, a knife a crimson red. So my mother and my brother had died today, and I’m left alone. I ran upstairs and made a list of my last ever thing that I would be doing in this house.
· Three more cuts
· One more paracetamol
· Pack things
· Run away.
I decided to use my mums’ razor this time. 3 digs on my skin: 1, 2 and 3. Check.
Took a paracetamol-check. My suit case was packed in 30 seconds. Before I left I let out the loudest scream I had ever done. It felt so good to show the world my pain, to show God my pain. I ran down the stairs and away from the dead bodies. All existence of me had been erased, I’m free. Happily, I slammed the door and started walking away. I didn’t really know where I was going but at this point I was too happy singing. I was nearing a road so I was listening hard. No cars, safe to cross. This road was about 5 meters wide-long road-I was about half way across when a heard a cars horn and a screech of brakes. The next thing I knew I was on the ground; everywhere was a blur but I could make out one face. A boy who had gorgeous blue eyes and a hazel brown hair. His eyes were deep with worry, love and curiosity. A tear dropped from my face, my body was num and my eyes blurred so much everywhere was unrecognizable. Eventually the road fell dark and I could hear more voices.
“Mr, what happened?” a male voice asked. No one answered but I could sense his head shake.
“It happened so fast. I can’t tell.” The boy answered his voice as soft as silk itself. When my eyes fluttered open, I was in a hospital. My clothes where nothing but an uncomfortable nightie and a bowl of fruit lay by my bed. The same boy sat nervously in a chair beside me. He sighed in relief as he saw me move. My heart
fluttered as I saw his face in clear eyes. He was wearing jeans, black ones, and had a red and white striped top. This boy was quite muscular and his lips where a tinted pink. He smiled when he saw my mouth drop at the look at him, he blushed too. We stared at each other in the eyes for a couple minutes but that was broke off by a sudden beeping. I looked at my heart monitor to see it was going off the charts. Great, that was obvious to show my feelings. He chuckled and stood up. My automatically reached out for him and I whimpered the word no.
P!nk (pink)
Stefan
Supergoth