Melodie.A Chapter by monstercaylee
The story's back in Melodie's view. And as promised, it's super dramatic.
That Scar stalker guy was sure annoying. First, he scares me into passing out. Next, he follows me home. Then he comes over here and demands I give his dead brother a present? What’s next? He’s going to come in my house and eat all my Oreo’s?
So I got home and I found my family gone. Even Alex, the bum who won’t go anywhere. Wasn’t he grounded? I guessed that Thomas and Luke had decided to go shopping and Alex freaked out and decided to go too. He should’ve gone shopping the other day when he insisted on going to Wal-Mart to get breakfast, but I’m not here to judge.
I found the note on the counter, saying they would be back at like 6. Brilliant Christmas, all alone in an empty house, with a stalker who’s probably breaking down because of me. I can’t believe he didn’t know his brother is no longer breathing. I would hate that. What if Alex or Luke had died and I had to find out from a stranger who has a passionate hatred for me? That would completely destroy me. Poor stalker, I mean, wouldn’t his mom at least tell him? Oh, and also poor stalker if him and Leo shared the “I like Melodie” gene, because I don’t date. Now that guy in my “vision” I wouldn’t mind.
I started watching TV, but I got bored. So I went outside and burnt all the snow in our yard, accidentally burning some grass in between. They weren’t home by six. I started playing Mario on my DS.
Seven came and went, and they weren’t home. I decided to read a book, covered up in a blanket, waiting on the couch for them. I fell asleep watching George Lopez, until I heard the door open and people laughing.
“Hey, guys. Be quiet, Mel’s asleep. I’ll take her up to her bed.” Luke whispered.
“You won’t touch me.” I growled. I heard Alex chuckle.
“Melodie, you should be asleep.” Luke said.
“I would’ve been, if you guys had come home like, I don’t know, four hours ago!” I complained, glancing at the time on the TV guide channel I just changed to.
“So we messed around a bit. It’s Christmas Eve Mel. Just go to sleep.” Luke explained. I rolled my eyes, but I was too tired to argue. I went upstairs.
“Night Mel!” He called. I rolled my eyes.
“Merry Christmas.” I called back. I came up the ladder and saw…
Absolutely nothing, for once. So I got in my bed and closed my eyes.
Christmas morning was white. It was freezing. It was one of those days you just don’t want to wake up. I got up though, and dressed in a black Sir Gaga t-shirt and red skinny jeans. I did my hair in pigtails. No one was awake, so I didn’t go downstairs. I stayed in my room and cleaned.
I found a red present on the windowsill. Beside it there was a card made out of construction paper just like in third grade. It said my name in front. On the inside, it read: “I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas, Precious One. Sincerely, Jamie, your secret savior.” The card made me curious. I look out the window, and saw barefoot footprints in the snow. I thought about Scar, but Scar’s name isn’t Jamie, now is it? I assumed it was the same boy who fixed my phone by the “secret savior” part. I lifted the lid of the red box. Inside there was a necklace, with a big purple heart. On the back of the heart it said “M” with a little miniature heart next to it.
“Oh my Hai Zeus!” I whispered to myself, securing the necklace around my throat. It wasn’t like a cheap one either; it was carved entirely out of amethyst, my birth stone. I opened the window.
“Thank you Jamie.” I whispered. I saw the snow start to melt. It melted in one spot.
“You’re welcome.” Was suddenly in the snow.
“Oh my Jesus-a-saurus Rex!” I exclaimed. I shut the window. I shook my head, trying to clear the image from my brain. I climbed down the ladder and ran down the stairs as fast as I could. There was like ten presents under the tree. I threw the door open and when I got outside; there was no evidence of that bizarre experience on the ground.
“Melodie!” I heard, and someone grabbed my right wrist. I turned around. He looked familiar. He had stylish black hair and worn clothes.
“Come with me.” He told me, pulling my wrist. I followed him.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Jamie. I’m a Precious One too. Well I’m an Intense Precious One. But shush! You mustn’t say a word about it to anyone!”
“What? Then how would you know?”
“I’m not stupid Melodie! My sister was psychic. She told me that she foresaw my coming! Plus, I have the most bizarre powers you’ve ever seen! And I have all the powers you can possibly think of!” He growled.
“What’s your problem?” I asked him. He stopped in a snowy meadow. He raised his hand to a tree. It crumpled. He turned around and I found myself levitating. I screamed. He dropped me. I heard my arm snap. He ran over and waved his hand over it. It wasn’t in pain at all.
“What did you do?!” I screamed. I stood up and his face got dangerously close to mine. I was scared, though it didn’t look like he noticed. His face was sweet, like he was trying not scare me, and his eyes were curious.
“Don’t be afraid of my power Melodie. I won’t hurt you.” He told me.
“I believe you.” I whispered. He kept his eyes locked on my face, but I wouldn’t look at him. I was watching the breath go out of my mouth like little kids do when ever it’s cold enough to see it.
“Now, would you like to hear what my powers are?”
“Did you bring me all this way just to tell what all you can do that I can’t?” I asked.
“Melodie.” He groaned.
“Yes Jamie, please tell me.” I sighed, not really caring.
“I can destroy. I can fix things. I can fly. I’m a super strength. I can go through things that would normally kill someone with a smile on my face. I can run at super speeds. I can survive months on one breath. The list just goes on and on. I’m still learning.” He shrugged.
“And I care why?”
“Because I heard that tribes are fighting over you…”
“Why aren’t they fighting over you?”
“They don’t know I exist. I live in a cave, in the depths of the forest. Anyway, I’m going to help fight the other tribe. I have a thousand times the strength of everyone out there. You need me.” He whispered in my ear.
“That’s very nice. You don’t even know me.”
“I’ve heard about you. I fixed your phone for you. I fixed your house for you. I know you well enough to help you, Melodie Miracle.” I was silenced. He smiled an inch away from my face.
“Well what are you doing just standing there? Shouldn’t you be getting home?” He asked, and then he took my hand. We were instantly in my living room.
“You’re amazing.” I told him, baffled by his power.
“As I’ve been told. Later, Melodie.” He said. He was gone.
“Wait.” I tried to say before he vanished. My phone vibrated loudly on the dining room table.
“I’ll see you soon.” Jamie.
I didn’t know him, but I wanted to. He seemed incredible. I traced his name on my wrist with my finger. It appeared in black ink. I gasped. My phone vibrated.
“That’s another one of my random powers.” Jamie. It didn’t erase like I expected.
“I’d hide that from Luke. It’ll wash off with my touch. I’ll do it tomorrow, at practice.” Jamie.
“How do you have a phone if you live in a freaking cave?” I finally asked.
“Don’t ask.” He answered. I smiled. I pulled on a ton of bracelets to cover up Jamie’s name, and went back downstairs. I watched my favorite movie until Uncle Tom awoke on the other couch.
“Morning Mel.” He yawned.
“Merry Christmas.” I smiled.
“Yeah, merry Christmas sweetie.” He replied, groggily. I laughed, and continued watching Push.
“Want me to make breakfast?” I asked, while he started to rise.
“No, I’ll do that. You just relax and wait for your bum brothers to wake up.” He smiled. I smirked at his awful joke and kept my eyes glued to the screen before me.
“What would you like to eat?” He asked.
“Anything’s good with me. I’m starving.” For once. He made just about everything we own, and everything he bought at the grocery store the night previous. I was half way through with the entire buffet of food by the time either of my brothers awoke. I almost never took my eyes off of the TV screen. That movie seems a lot more realistic now.
“Merry Christmas Mel.” Alex told me. I nodded and nibbled on my bacon. Luke had said the same thing but that was after the movie ended and I was talking more.
This Christmas was like any other Christmases you’ve probably experienced. We exchanged gifts, exclaimed our thanks and moved on. Just because we’re some freaky magic family, doesn’t mean we don’t have the perfect ABC Christmases.
From the neighbor’s house I heard that “Good Girls Go Bad” song. Gosh, bunch of punks. I was getting really annoyed with it. Thomas tried to drown it out with religious songs, and that just made me even more annoyed.
“Jesus! I’m gonna go over there and tell them to shut the crap up!” I exclaimed.
“Melodie!” Luke gasped as I pulled his leg up and yanked off his shoe. I went into the front yard and chucked the shoe at the neighbor’s window. A drunken man screamed some inappropriate words from inside the house.
“Mel! Those were new shoes!” Luke yelled.
“Oh God I’ll go over there and grab it.”
“No, damn it, I’ll go over there. Just, don’t start any drama with the squirrels while I’m gone.” He smirked at me, ruffling my overgrown bangs. I smiled, and walked back into the house.
I settled down to watch some more George Lopez, with Alex on the floor beside me cleaning up. Talk about irony.
Thomas held me tightly.
I sobbed into Thomas’s light green shirt.
I pushed past my uncle’s grip and ran out to the street. A beat up car zoomed past my numb face.
“Felíz Navidad!” A Japanese drunk guy screamed in Spanish. Random much?
My brother was bleeding in the backseat. He had blue duct tape over his mouth.
“Thomas!” My scream was piercing, and I ran to my home, my tears blurring my vision.
Luke was gone.
© 2010 monstercaylee
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