dry your tears, fake a smile.

Melodee's POV

i woke up from the strange yet realistic dream, with a massive pain in the side attacking me all of a sudden, making me remember the incident from about 3 or so hours ago (i couldn't notice since i was knocked out for like a day or so, and the blinds were shut tight, so i couldn't see if it was dark outside or not)

memories from the happening flooded my mind in an instant moment, like an unsupervised tsunami.

i feel used, i feel worthless. knowing that i could have prevented myself from getting abused sexually ,yet my descicions to get hammered and separate myself from jaime and the rest were pretty much why it all happened. I was always making stupid decisions that either ended up getting me sent to a hospital, or a mental institute.

sudden questions came to me.

who was the bastard that abused me with no mercy the night of the party? That no matter how much i asked and pleaded for mercy, touched me without my consent and made a slut out of me? The voice was still wandering my troubled yet empty mind.

who was the one who brought me all the way to the hospital? Who was heroic enough to rip me away from the creature's hands, and use his or her gas to bring me all the way over here? Surely not the guys or gals, especially the guys. They never really cared for me, it was all pitty, because if they really cared they would have been here when i woke up, room filled with teddybears and get well cards, but not a single balloon or person in here. I was alone, exposed to my dangerous mind.


A sudden wave of fear washed over me as i remembered what had happened years ago.

It couldn't have been him? He's dead!

Ii killed him the same night of the incident. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and stabbed him to the point of excessive blood loss, wich shortly lead to a silent, slow and painful death, death to the one that deserved it most.

I was only eleven years old for christ's sake! I didn't know what to do at the time, i never thought it would of happened to me at such a young age. So the first thing that came into mind were the knives mum always kept on top of the kitchen counter.

i ran when i found the chance, straight to them, as he chased me like a lion chasing a poor helpless deer down a prairie. I grabbed ahold of one of the sharpest and when i turned around, insterted it straight into his chest, directly to the heart. Rage controlled my mind at the time, so one stab was surely not enough for such a person, scratch that.. An ANIMAL. I stabbed his back so many times, i thought it was imposible for someone to recognize his back tattoo from all the damage i had made to it.

i wiped the tragic memories aside as i heard hyperventilating and hard foot steps right outside my door.

it's probably him, he's back to finish what he started.

my heart nearly jumped out of my chest as the doorknob turned ever so slowly, hearing a clicking sound, letting me know the door was unlocked and opening.

i closed my eyes shut as i heard the footsteps enter the room, and opened them when the oh so familiar voice astonished me.

"tony?" I meant my voice to sound strong and angry, but instead came out over filling with sadness and self pitty, just above the average whisper.he ran towards me immediately after noticing it was me wich was occupying the room, and knelt down besides the bed i was in.

"i thought i lost you" i got a better look at him, he looked pale, as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes red, puffy and watery from crying. His dermal shining ever so beautifully under the dim hospital room light.

he leant in and brushed his soft sweet lips on mines, leaving the taste i missed so dearly once again to linger inside me. Butterflies flapped around my tummy as he lay his head on to of my thighs, sobbing softly. I didn't question him. I just lay my hand on his head and felt his hair against my hand, letting my touch assure him i was here, alive and ready to love him with all might possible.

in that instant, i felt like i had just assembled my broken heart into its normal figure again. It might be unperfect now, but with the time and love tony and i shall give it, it will heal.

Notes

What do you guys think? Should i keep the story going or end it right now and make a small sequel? so many ideas have bursted into my mind while writing this chappy, but it's up to you guys, so? Comment your opinions below and share this story please c: