Baby Clifford

Terrors

Melody went to sleep, but it wasn't any pleasant dream. It was completely dark and loud. There was many screams and yelling and the booming of canons and gun shots! "Melody, you gotta stay with me. Keep a hold of my hand!" It was Vince's voice that came through to her, it was a mix of terror and strong. Melody gripped on his hand, having no idea where he actually were. "Stay close to me!" They were running.

"Is she alright?" Ryan. "No, shot in the foot and shoulder." Vince answered in a hurry. "We need to get to the hospital, quick." Ryan encourage them and continued to run next to them. Melody could start to see, slowly. The air and sky were both no where near a place to say it was clear. Smoke filled the most of it. Melody could see the specks and clumps of the mixture of ash connected to the fire it originated from. And bullets that didn't hesitate to fly in the air from the guns or other weapons that they were shot out of. They were silver, gold, bronze, red, yellow, and many other colors.

"You're going to be fine, Melody!" Ryan told her, his voice being loud enough to carry over the war battle zone, which held dead or wounded bodies of men, women, and children all lying on it. Their faces held emotions of terror, sadness, and well kind of obviously death.

The small teenage group managed to run their legs to the hospital. Then, the dream got worse. "Well, who's this wittle patient?" Oh hell fucking ass NO! Not this bitch. The guys put Melody on a cot and Hannah Larson, of all fucking people, looked over her wounds. "I think they both need to be cut off. And we just ran out of pain medicine." She said way too sweetly and grabbed an object similar to a butcher's knife that was already bloody and very gory, to the point where it could've come out of a Saw movie. "We'll do the shoulder first." She lifted the knife and slammed the knife through Melody's shoulder.

Screams came out like a lion growling loud. Hannah didn't even give Melody recovery time or hesitate to cut off her foot as well. "Attack, attack on the hospital!" Someone yelled and an ambush came through and killed the wounded and some nurses near the enterance. Ryan ran to help.

A cold shiver went down Melody's spine and tears spilled like rivers. She saw the silver and gold bullet go through the center of his forehead. "Noooo, Ryan!" Vince admittedly acted and multiple bullets went through his chest and forehead. "VINCE! No, you can't!" Melody screamed and more tears ran. "Well, since you have no reason to live anymore, might as well kill you too." Hannah pulled out a piston and shot Melody in the forehead.

Melody woke up sweating, sitting up, and squeezed her stuffed Spider-man. She cried into him. The ending of her dream replayed in her head and ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. "Melody, Melody babe, what's wrong?" Michael questioned and ran to the bathroom from the kitchen, rubbed her back. She only continued to vomit. "I'm calling you off school." Michael stated. "I-It was a bad," she started, but spit, "dream. That's all." Melody finished.

"If it makes you throw up, I'm not having you go to school. Do you want me to stay here with you?" Michael asked as Melody spit again and wiped her mouth area with toilet paper. "I'm not five, Dad. I can go to school and be fine." Melody disagreed. "I know, but no matter what the reason, I'm not having you go to school after you vomited. That's final." Michael had grabbed a hand towel half way through the mini lecture and wiped her forehead of the sweat. "Did you get sick in your bed?" Melody shook her head and let out another hurl into the toilet. Michael tied her hair back and went out of the room to call the school.

Melody let out sickly burps and spits before flushing and brushing her teeth. "Melody, please go to bed." Michael told her. "Dad, I'm fine." Melody declined. "Bed. Now." Michael sternly spoke. "I'm not sick!" She declared. "Melody Anastasia, please just listen." Michael sighed. Melody obeyed and laid back in bed.

She heard her dad pace in the living room before coming into her room. She never understood that. He had a habit of pacing, more and more often. It got almost annoying. Michael sat on her bed and pushed her hair back from her face. "Nothing bad is going on at school, right?" Michael carefully asked. "No, perfectly fine." Melody answered. "No one is bullying you or hurting you?" He questioned. "Nope." She stated. "Melody look me in the eye and tell me that." Michael replied. She sat up, her hazel eyes meeting his green eyes, "Everything is perfectly fine at school." Melody told him. He could there was strong sorrow deep within her. "Please," Michael almost whispered and took her hand, "don't lie to me...not about this." His voice was soft as he spoke. "I'm not." She stated.

Michael sighed before getting off of the bed and then lifting the blankets higher on her like she was little again and not sixteen. "I'll be going to work, if you need anything, call me." Michael spoke and kissed her temple. "Be good," Michael told her. She nodded. He was at the doorway and spoke, "I love you Melody." "You too Dad." Melody mumbled and turned to face the wall.

*Sorry this is kinda sucky and is mainly a filler*