The Lost Soul

Chapter 1 - Melody

I gradually stand up from the desk, a young boy who is probably only a couple years older than me walks over and takes the letter and my pen. I give him a small nod as he walks out and locks the door behind him. I sit back down, I can't help but wonder if I'm hurting Kitty every time I write back. Are they trying to forget? Am I bringing back bad memories? What has happened in the year I was gone?

You know what I'm going to stop writing to them. I don't want to hurt them anymore.

I heard the door unlock before it gently swings open, Dr. Lemmons walks in with her trademark smile bearing strong and bright. "Now Melody, your letter was very short. Why didn't you tell 'Kitty' about Tyrell's new job? You were super excited about it when you heard. Come on. Talk." She cuts right to the point and her smile falters for a second when she sees my face.

"I'm hurting them. What if they don't want to hear from me? What if I'm bringing back bad memories? What if they blame me for all their pain? What if they have moved on?...not that it matters of course...who would wait for someone who moved towns and didn't keep in contact with them for a whole year then out of the blue wants to be a part of their life again? No one that's who." I state firmly with tears starting to fill my eyes.

"Wow little lady, calm down. Breathe in... breathe out..." she speaks softly as I copy her words and relax my breathing. "...ok now...what if they love hearing from you? What if they are so glad things are getting better for you? What if they are just too scared to tell you the truth? What if Kitty loves the moments when they can read your words across the page and know that soon they will get to see you again?.. Now my little lady you need to be more positive...I don't think you want me reporting back and the others thinking you need to be back on the drugs" she determinedly informs me, I look down. I know she's right but I just can't help all these emotions now. Maybe it is for the better I go back to the drugs. I let out a sigh and stand up from my desk.

"May I have my letter back I would like to rewrite it or write a new one?" I say with my head down. Out of the corner of my eye I see her nod and walk out of the room after a quick chat with the man at the door. He is quite a lovely man, I don't really remember much of our conversations except he has a wife, I guess the drugs do that cause I have been here for 6 months and I can't vividly remember a single event or person up until last week.

The young boy walks in again with a clean piece of paper and a small pen. I give him a smile "hi, what's your name?" I speak as nicely and calmly as I can. He looks into my eyes and give me a polite smile.

"Scott, you have very beautiful eyes." He replies almost robotical. He places the paper and pen down, he gives me another small nod.

"Scott....I have heard that before...?" I say just above a whisper.

I hear his chuckle, I look up he is standing by the door. "You ask me my name every time I come through here but I'm glad your starting to remember me cause I will always remember those eyes." Scott speaks so happily with a cute smile on his sun tanned face. He runs a hand through his sandy blond hair as he walks out the door.

Well damn, now I just look like a fool.

Well I am in a mental asylum...what should I expect.

A/N:

I hope you are enjoying my story if you have any suggestions I am happy to hear them. Also if you haven't read a book called "The year of Moss" you need to and there is a new book "Early Morning Treehouse" that is worth reading too. So check them out but don't forget about me?