Dear Karma

Melody's eyes wandered up to the herd of girls standing before her. Their seemingly immaculate grins punctured her heart like a needle in a voodoo doll. The leader of the hoard stared at her with eyes that were black as pitch. Melissa shoved her down to the ground, causing Melody to drop everything. It was just a normal day. The black haired victim just laid on the ground waiting for the beating to begin.

Melissa leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Karma is catching up with you, Melody." As far as Melody was concerned, Karma caught up with her twenty times over already. It was her senior year, her eighteenth birthday, her mother's death day, and her sister's cancer diagnosis.

One of the girls stepped forward when Melissa stood back up. The girl grabbed her and pulled her up and slammed her against the wall. Melissa strutted toward her and pulled her hair back so Melissa could look into her eyes while she beat her.

"You're just a useless waste of space," Melissa said, causing the other girls to laugh. Melody had good comebacks, she just didn't feel like using them. The first punch hit her square in her jaw, but Melody refused to make a sound, not even to whine.

Melody didn't deserve any of this or maybe she deserved every bit of it. Her mother died while giving birth to her. That was all her fault. Every bit of it.

She swallowed the blood dripping on the inside of her mouth. Karma had caught up with her. She'd wished she was dead so many times everyday. Once, she tried to kill herself, and overdosed. Her father found her. It was a stupid idea. She was all her father had left really. Her sister was in the hospital, taking her few last breaths.

"What? Have you given up?" Melissa said, walking forward, leaning her face directly in Melody's space. What overcame Melody was supreme hatred and loathing. Melissa snapped her fingers and the other girl let go of Melody. Melody continued standing and lifted her head and smiled at Melissa. It wasn't a smile of happiness or anger or hatred. It was a smile of pity. She pitied that Melissa had to something like this to be happy.

Melody began to walk away, grabbing her stuff as she went and she exited the building and jumped into her car. The key felt strange in her hands as she turned the ignition. She pulled out slowly and the tears fell freely from her eyes down her face and into her lap. No one else had to live like this. Karma wasn't a very smart thing obviously. She shook her head as she came to a red light, trying to shake the tears out of her eyes. She wiped the clear crystals with the back of her hand, before taking off again.

It wasn't a long drive to get to the hospital. She parked and ran inside, ditching the cold weather. She took in a few breaths as she waited in the elevator. She attempted to calm herself down and prepare her for whatever she was about to walk into. On the eighth floor, the elevator doors opened. She walked out, calmly, and walked toward her sister's room. Her sister laid there with a mask on her face, pumping oxygen into her lungs.

Melody placed her items on the table next to her sister and rubbed her sister's bald head gently. Her sister didn't move. It was time. Her father walked in with the nurse. His eyes were red from crying and the nurse appeared moved by this.

The father nodded his head and Melody nodded right back. She leaned forward and kissed her sister's head.

"I will always love you, no matter what, you will be my guardian angel forever. Goodbye, Janie."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the nurse asked. The father was unable to respond.

"To some, death is a punishment, to others, it's a gift, but to most it's a favor," Melody replied, holding back her tears. The nurse nodded and turned off the respirator. All eyes turned to the heart monitor as it fell slowly and ended with a long beep.

"She's gone," the nurse said. The father began to let the tears drip from his eyes and he made small noises while doing so.

"Thank you," Melody said, holding her sister's hand.

"I'll bring someone in and we can discuss what to do with Janie." The black haired girl nodded in place of her father. The nurse walked out, then walked in with a man dressed in black, but it wasn't a suit. It was just a plain black shirt and black pants with black shoes. It was slightly depressing.

"Hello, Mr. Kilmore," he reached out a pale hand and shook the fathers, "Would you like to bury her or cremate her?" The father began in hysterical sobs causing Melody to step forward.

"We'd like to bury her," she replied, "Here's my number," she wrote it down on a piece of paper, "Is it okay if we do this later?" Her eyes darted over to her father, then back to the man.

"Of course. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." She grabbed her father and led him out of the hospital and to her car. The entire trip home was just a blur. She immediately ran to her room, while her father ran to his.

Her journal was wide open on her desk to a blank page. She sat down and stared at it before picking up a red pen a writing.

Dear Karma, I have a list of people you missed:

Melissa Jones

Kathy Marin

Lilly Gins

Rachel Harmons

Janet Forin

Perhaps, Karma needed some help and Melody was extremely happy to assist. The television clicked on and a man in an orange jump suit and handcuffs appeared. The news tag line read, "Not Guilty," though everyone knew he was. He would be a start. A small smile came to her lips.

She walked over to her snake's cage and grabbed it around the neck. It's body wriggled around as she reached for the milking jar and stabbed its teeth down into it. The venom began to drip down the jar. She put the Black Mamba back in the cage and put the lid back on it. She walked over and grabbed two large nails. James Konnad would be released to roam the streets as he pleased any minute now. She had to act quickly before he wandered too far. Justice would be served.

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Hope you enjoyed this story! I would appreciate if someone could make a book cover for me. Usually, I make my own, but I just don't know where to start with this one. Thank you for reading!