What Life Throws at You: Melody Sings

Chapter 2- Truths and Lies

I lied. I lied horribly. I had no soccer tournament and had nothing to do. I could have gone with him, but something in me didn't feel right. It was all mixed up. All I could think was 'I am paranoid this can't really happen, I am a good person I do the right things.' I wanted to cry,  it was as if there had been a death. I can't believe I was so stupid and let this happen. I took all the precaution, I did everything right, everything to stop it from ever happening and yet, why would that work for me?

There was a few soft knocks on my door. I peeked out and there he stood. Jason was the cutest thing. He was out there like a little child, impatient and eager to go. He radiated happiness and every little movement he made was swift, but as the time went by, his expression darkened. I was having an inner battle on if I should open the door or not. The battle within was hard. I stood there wanting to open the door and let him in to tell him to have support, but how could I ruin all his fun for the day? I couldn't move. My body was broken. I could have stayed there all day, but Jason made my decision- he left. I watched as he walked away and I knew I was alone.

It was time for me to stop wondering and get answers. The little voice in my head started up, "Girls miss their periods, it's only been 5 days so I have nothing to worry about.....right?" I took the test and waited and waited. It was finally time to check when I got a text on my phone. I didn't know the number but I knew who was in the picture and my heart sunk so low and I dropped my phone in shock. I couldn't believe it. I stopped and turned to the test. I picked it up; hands trembling and saw the horrible result - Positive.

I took the test and chucked it across the room. Tears streamed down my face. The hot tears hit my lips and the salty taste was the only thing that kept me thinking this was real. Oh how I hoped it was a dream. I made my way back into my room and out of pure frustration slammed things and hit things all over my room, and in all the chaos, I slammed my wrist on the door as I went to close it. Pain filled my entire hand and it had been cut slightly from the small metal parts on the door handle. I watched the blood slowly drip down. I was choking down tears and  I could feel the bone slipping in and out of place. The pain was excruciating and all I could think of is what else could go wrong.  I called 911 and during the call, I was choking on my words and breathing hard between every sentence. The ambulance came and later I found out that I had suffered a broken wrist. They said I was lucky, and if I got cut any closer to the main vein, I would have bled out.

As I went home, I kept thinking about how great it would have been to have hit that vein. I wouldn't be pregnant with Jason's kid and I wouldn't have had to deal with him kissing another girl, but what do you know, I am alive. I am miserable, I feel so much hate and as horrible as it sounds, I want her and Jason to feel the same. I don't know what I am going to do, but it won't be pretty, I can guarantee that. My blood rushed through my body hot and fast, my mind raced and I knew all of these thoughts weren't good for me. I needed to calm down, maybe things will go better tomorrow.

I lied in bed, unsure of everything with music blasting in my ears. Music seemed to help a lot. For me, music is always the answer. It's the best thing for me now. I could finally breathe again, and I wasn't totally drowning anymore. My body found peace and my bulky hand cast didn't seem to irritate me anymore. I relaxed and I was ok for a moment and then darkness fell, I was sound asleep. Everything was perfectly fine in my dreams, no problems, no worries, just anything happy you could ever imagine. Only when I wake up, will I truly know what more life has in store for me. But now I sleep soundly.