Winter Break -- VERY SLOWLY EDITING

Chapter 16

All of a sudden it wasn't black. I could see a place. It took me a little while to realize where I was. My room. Nate was sitting across the room from my bed. I sat up. I was really confused. How did he get in? Did someone let him in? "Wha-what are you doing here?" He looked frozen like stone. He didn't move. Didn't talk. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. "Well, if your not going to answer me then get out." I pointed to my door. "Now!" He started screaming. A high pitch scream. I covered my ears and shut my eyes. "Stop. Stop it! Stop." He stopped. This time when I opened my eyes he was sitting on the edge of my bed. "Gullible." I looked at him. "What."
"Stupid."
"Who are you talking about?" He pointed at me. "Ignorant, stupid, gullible, hated, slut, whore, fool, cunt." I didn't understand what he was saying. "No. No I'm not." He started yelling again. "Shut up! Shut up! Stop it!" I started to cry. It felt like my eardrums were going bleed. They were going to burst. "Shut up!"
Melody! Someone was yelling but it wasn't Nate. Melody, wake up! I woke up. Jake was shaking me. I could feel the tears on my face. I could feel the scratch on my throat from crying and yelling.
"Melody! Are you okay? You were screaming, what was going on are you okay?!" It was just a dream. Just a dream. But it all seemed so real. "Ya, I'm fine."
"What was that all about?" I sat up and scooted to the edge of my bed and Jake sat next to me. "I woke up. Or I thought I did. Nate, he- he was sitting in my chair." I pointed to the chair right across from my bed. "He looked like stone. I tried talking to him but he didn't answer. Then he started screaming. It sounded like a banshee was screaming at me. I closed my ears and eyes, but when ever I looked back up he had moved to the edge of my bed." I wiped the tears off of my face and inhaled a deep breathe. "He started telling me that I was all these bad things even though I'm not. I'm really not that bad of a person! I'm not!"
"Mel, hey calm down. I know you aren't." He looked at me with concern and, well, fear. He was scared. Scared because I was going crazy. Jake took a deep breath in as well, "Melody, what kind of things did he call you?" I looked at him sullenly, I shook my head and started to tear up, "Bad, bad things. Jake he said bad things!" I couldn't put together my thoughts to form clear words. All I could say was the word bad and the word things. "Jake," I said finally finding the right thoughts to string together a complete thought, "Am I going crazy Jake? Is this just a nightmare?"
"I don't know Mel, I don't know." He walked back over to the window seat where he laid there not saying a word or closing his eyes. In fact, I didn't want to close my eyes. But eventually exhaustion took its toll and I drifted off into a oblivion of my own head, the very last place I wanted to be right now.

A song played. It never ended. It kept going and going. It was a sweet tune. What I was able to make out was a voice, it was Tessa's voice, "Mel, I was never your friend." Then Nates voice, "I never ever loved you." And my brothers voice, "You are just crazy." Everybody I loved was turning against me. In my own head. I mean you'd think I could get a grip on it, after all it is my head. But no, all the people I loved, their reassuring voices, everything I thought about them, it was all turned around on me. Was this the point of my sanity breaking, then a very clear voice, a very loud voice I had never heard before broke through all the uncertainty. Dead.