Twist
Chapter 4
“Hi mum. I know that there is
no point talking to you but I just wanted to say that things are
okay and I love you,” I spoke in the phone. With my luck
her phone would probably be dead, like her. Tyson came up
from behind me and kissed my neck.
“Well, well, looks like we have someone who is too cute for
words. Well then Melody, shall we celebrate on that?” Tyson
laughed and picked me up. I kicked my legs and squirmed
around.
“Put me down! You know I don’t like it!” I
screamed, giggling at the same time.
“No, you are mine!” Tyson replied and threw me on the
bed. I chucked a pillow at his face and surprisingly knocked him
over. Tyson lost his balance and went flying into the corner of
the window pane. I heard a slight crack as his skull crashed
against it and a thump as Tyson fell to the floor. I screamed and
ran up to him. My hands were drenched in blood and Tyson
wouldn’t move. He was still breathing and that gave me
hope. I lifted him onto the bed and put an ice pack where the cut
was. When he was okay looking I called an ambulance. What was
going to happen? When they arrived I sat and sobbed, feeling
hopeless.
“Now don’t worry he will be okay. Now I need the
names of both of you. And I need your relationship,” said
the ambulance lady.
“Um I’m Melody and the boy is Tyson. His last name is
Maroon and mine is Humingson. We are boyfriend and
girlfriend,” I stuttered. The lady nodded and walked off.
I stepped in the ambulance behind Tyson and suddenly the
whole van was alight. A golden spark bright enough to blind
someone. They were coming from Tysons head and hands. After a
couple seconds the spark dimmed and Tyson was all okay. The
massive crack in his head was gone and he was grinning. Sadly,
the blinding light had blinded the driver of the ambulance and
caused a crash. Tyson guiltily stepped out of the van and touched
the driver. Within an eighth of a second the man was able to see.
He was like Jesus. I stood there, gob smacked and frozen. Tyson
walked over to me and pushed my mouth closed. He laughed and I
blushed.
“Well nice to see your okay. Have a nice day,” the
lady commented and I just linked hands with Tyson. When we were
back at the house the storm broke. Everywhere was lightened up by
sparks of lightning. The thunder was so loud that even Tyson
couldn’t hear the television. I cuddled up to him and
slowly fell asleep. I felt safe in Tysons’ arms, like he
would protect me whatever the weather. (Get my joke? No? OK.) My
dream was okay, but it made me cry because I wanted it to be real
so much. We were on a beach, with a picnic, and it was so
romantic. Then Tyson pulled me under a tree-which I have no idea
where it came from-and kissed me. Then he told me that he was the
longest man to live. He said that he will never die and he always
stays the same. He said that he is still human but he just
doesn’t age. Then he takes holds of my hands and a bright
light covers my body. And then we live together forever. Tyson
wiped away the tears from my eyes and chuckled.
“Bad or Good?” he asked. I closed my eyes and wipe
away the remaining sourness.
“Okay…probably…a good,” I mumble and
sigh. “In fact so good I want it to be real.” I sit
up feeling awkward and go to the window. The storm had finished
but it left a wreck behind. Lots of telephone poles were either
burnt or broken. And a little flood floated across the road. I
stood there feeling mad for some reason, then happy and then I
started to cry.
“Why are you crying?” Tyson asked, concerned.
“I don’t know!” I exclaimed and laughed at
myself. I felt so dizzy and confused and as I skipped around the
table, my eyes closed. The room fell black and I heard echoing
voices then silence. In my mind I was giggling, my eyes a
psychopathic whirl. The room was spinning as the light slowly
crept through my blocked eyes. One hundred people starting at me
as I smiled a notorious grin. “What are you up to?” I
asked.
“Right darling, you have hit your head. You should be ok
but we don’t know until you have had your operation. There
is a possible chance of…” someone placed their hands
over her mouth and hushed her. Two of possible symptoms ran over
my brain.
1. Cancer
2. Nothing…
Only that one thing could be it. That one word sent shivers down
my spine, that made sweat dribble down my forehead.
Cancer.
