When Melanie goes to a funfair, all she really expects is to have fun, get sticky with candyfloss, and maybe make some friends. Why must a girl so lonely have to be chosen for the worst things? Or is it her loneliness that makes her stand out? Is sh...
Melanie made her way through the mass of people, when a quaint little candyfloss store caught her eye. It's rooftop was a dusty red, and there was a pale pink counter which displayed all kinds of different coloured candyfloss, pale yellows just like her dress, bright purples, classic pinks like her hair. As she walked up to it, coins jingling happily in her pocket, a young man, around 16, with pale blonde hair glinting in the moonlight, stood up inside it, a welcoming smile on his face, teeth shining a brilliant white. His skin shimmered in the light, and his eyes sparkled deep blue.
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She dipped her head timidly, a coy smile on her lips as she approached him. When she placed her hands on the counter, she looked up at the boy, her eyes wide in a perfect picture of innocence. He looked back at her, his eyes teasing her as he raised an eyebrow. She smiled slightly, and said in a child-like voice,
"May I have the pink please?" she said sweetly, twirling her hair on her forefinger again, smiling up at him like she was the only girl in the world. Melanie placed the corresponding coins on the counter, and waited patiently for the cloud of woven sugar. He winked at her, and said in a deep velvet voice,
"Sure, honey," while he started to spin the sugar and wrap the cotton candy onto a lollipop stick. He passed it down to her, while taking the change off the counter. She took the stick, and pinched a little bit off between her fingers, and placed it on her tongue, waiting for it to dissolve. She winked at him, before turning around and daintily walking towards another attraction.
"Wait!" he called to her, and she stopped, but didn't turn around, "Babe, what's your name?" he said, licking a blood red lollipop, his eyes burning into her back. She turned her head around, her eyes knowingly looking at him, full of pity. She swung her body round to face him, and said in a bored voice,
"Melanie Martinez," before striding off into the distance. His arrogant facade faded as she turned away, and he stared after her wistfully.
Melanie was happy with how the encounter went. Confuse, and play hard.
'Kiss him goodbye at the door, and leave him wanting more'
One of her favourite quotes from a song; that wasn't her own of course.
She walked for a few minutes enjoying the different displays, the hypnotic lights and blur of laughter and music, something that was just so different to normal life, to pain, imperfection, impurity and loneliness. Darkness and brightness went so well together, happy families and joyous children, who laughed and smiled for all to see. Then there was the people who worked at the funfair, people whose lives were breaking down, who never stayed in one place for long to be able to build up a stable life. And the people like Melanie, who came to the funfair to escape normal life, to feel the rush of excitement, happiness and exhilaration she should be able to feel in her normal life, but being from such a broken background, it being impossible.
Deep in thought, she stumbled into someone, to who she mumbled an apology and looked up towards the person. It was the same masked man who had lifted her onto the carousel, who seemed more dead than alive, mechanical than human. She wondered if it was the same man as before, if he had become someone like her personal guide, who had been allocated her to look after throughout the duration of her visit. A bit rude though, Melanie thought. Being her guide and not introducing himself. She should really talk to the manager, if there was one.
