Opening Doors

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Above all that is Random

When I was little, me and my grandmother used to make up stories and bake cookies and all sorts of things when Talking about them.

"Tell me more" I used to say whenever she ended with an extravagant story. The thing with Grandmother's stories were that they were scrupulous! She was a jubilant women.

One day a story she told included a girl named Melody.

The story goes like this:

Melody was named by her mother, Joy. Joy was an average girl web she was younger. Normal life, normal girl. You wouldn't expect the least paranormal thing to happen to her. Basically she led a normal life with school, home, teen problems, and you know the usual. As she got older she became younger and younger looking. No wrinkles, not a pimple! You would have to admit she was pretty.

Although it became unusual at times when at parties she looked younger than all of the people there. The funny thing was she was older than all of them and her birthday was on January 1!

Thats not the point though, she also never got sick. That worried her mother. It wasn't normal for people in the time period to not get sick after their second birthdays. However, she got sick one day.

All of a sudden when she came home from school she lay down on her bed and stopped moving. She froze and couldn't move a single bone in her body. Her mother hurried with fear an hour after he lay there. Half dead. After she took her to the hospital, they found out there a secret.

In the cold, unwelcoming hospital floor lay her mother silent humming a song she sang to her daughter every day as a young child.

"Mam, we have some good news" the lady in the whitecoat came out saying and Joy's mother burst out of her position looking at the lady's eyes with hope.

"Your daughter Joy is alive but for the wring reasons. I am sorry to say that she will have...come sit down here mam. We gave her type A positive and B negative blood together so she I'd not in the best position but. Better than the time she got here." the doctor quickly said the last sentence faster than I could take them in.

She held my hands and told me that I was only alive fr the mixing of blood. She had mixed up the blood bags with anoter patient and she ended up getting more and less blood needed.

"Take care of my girl Joy please. I love her. Tell her that. May I see her...?"