To Hell and Back

Introduction

Hey guys!!!!

So....Ive been reading stories on wattpad for quite a while and it has always inspired me to write some of my own, but I suppose I've never actually made time or the effort to start. But now here I am, writing my first story. This is only an intro so nothing too special or too exciting. Well guys hope you have a nice read and have a great day!!!

P.S. its kind of short but its only an intro..soooo....yeahhh....anywayy bye!! :)

Introduction

I was smiling as I sat, cross legged, on the floor outside my art class. A message from my reckless older brother Tyler never fails to make my day at least a tiny bit brighter. ‘Don’t let him get to you Mel!’ the soothing message said. As the bell rang, I got to my unsteady feet, put my phone in my right jean pocket and made my way through the door to art lesson. A thick air hit my face and strong scent of paint invaded my nostrils. Familiar surroundings made my heart slow down a bit and I let out a long sigh. Two eyes full of curiosity followed me as I made my way towards my usual seat. ‘What’s wrong?’ a raspy voice that belonged to my art teacher suddenly rang in my ears. I didn’t budge. ‘Come on, tell me’ she pushed. She was a very interesting character. I suppose quite usual, for an art teacher yet not at the same time. Apron on, covered in bright paints that seemed to still be fresh from painting. Long, brown curly hair with just one strand of grey which seemed to have escaped her neatly tied bun. Brown deep eyes that analyses your every step. Her mind of an interrogator held all of her students as prisoners. Not in its literal term but when the questions start to flow you will never get out. Sometimes I think she would be perfect for a job like that. She had a good soul but was way too pushy. ‘Nothing Ms Johnson’ I said not believing in my own lies. ‘You’re not a very good liar Melissa’ she spoke as a small smile played on her lips. She has done it. ‘It doesn’t concern you Ms Johnson’ I shot back. She gasped at my rude approach and walked back to her desk. For the rest of the lesson she didn’t bother me at all, neither did she look my way. I was happy yet felt horrible for my actions. It had to be done though. I am sick of people always butting in, and it’s not because they’re truly concerned, it’s just for the gossip.

Once, precisely 3 years ago, when I was 14, my mother, father and two older brothers Tyler (17) and Riley (22) used to be a perfect, happy family. Both parents worked, I attended school while Riley had an office job and Tyler was in his second year of college. We had a great relationship and loved each other like a family should. However that summer in 2010 was my happy family’s end. It was a hot morning when there was a knock on my door. I ran down the stairs in joy of seeing my parents from their 3 week trip to Spain for their anniversary of 30 years of marriage. Full of excitement I pulled the handle and flew the door open to be greeted by two police officers. Confusion and worry came over me as one of the police man spoke ‘Miss Melissa Rogers?’, ‘Yes’ I anticipated. ‘I believe we have some terrible news for you’ he spoke sadly yet it was full of professionalism as if it wasn’t his first time saying those exact words. ‘What is it?’ a wind of whisper came out and I realised I’ve lost my voice. Suddenly everyone I loved and cared for flashed before my eyes; my mum, my dad, Tyler, Riley. This cannot be happening. Not to me. Not to my family. I felt all alone. Come to think of it where are my brothers? How did I end up by myself in this petrifying situation? I felt the sweat in my palms; my heart was in the speed of a racing car. I remember thinking where I was as confusion overflowed my mind. Then…blank.