Big Heart, Little Body (Melanie Martinez,Halsey,TØP,P!ATD)(#Wattys2016)

[• Cuts And Bruises •]

(Melanies POV)

I can't believe this. I'm free. Finally free.

I look behind me at Josh and slow down. I want to enjoy this freedom with Josh.

I wait until he catches up to me and lean onto him. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, kissing my forehead.

"Hey Mel?" He starts.

"Yeah?"

"How are you so calm over this? We're pretty much leaving everything we know"

"I don't know Josh, I seriously don't know or understand how"

And that was all that was said. Thank God that conversation was over.

I suddenly notice that we are walking through some long, tall grass.

Honestly, it hurt.

I don't care though.

Well, I didn't. Until I looked down on my ankles. They were covered in cuts.

"Hey Josh, where's the first aid kit? I just need a couple'a bandages on my legs" I said and he threw me a roll of bandages and stood still.

"Thanks for not leaving me" I thank him.

"Anything. Especially for you" He said.

I bandaged my ankles and we kept on walking. I threw the hood on my hoodie onto my head and kept walking.

I let it cover my face because I was crying at the stinging sensation in my leg from the cuts touching the bandages.

Then, I felt my hoodie slip off and Josh's eyes look into mine. Shit, now he knew.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

"It stings Josh. It hurts. Not just my legs though.."

"What else does?"

"Everything. My head. My emotions hurt in a way..."

"Oh Mel" He cooed softly and pulled my head towards his and hugged me tightly.

"Uh Mel...I need to tell you something..."

"What Josh?"

"I slipped this into my bag"

I gasped at the sight of what was in his hands. Hopefully he hadn't read it.

"And the contents are lovely"

DAMN HE READ THEM.

"Why?"

"Because, I didn't want beauty to be taken as trash. Trust me, all those girls are trashbags. And those boys who call you ugly? Ha, I bet you you've taken them by surprise!"

"How much did you read?"

"Only got through Dear Porcupine, Birthing Addicts and Smoke"

Thank god.

I looked at him. I saw his eyes. He wanted me to sing for him. Possibly play guitar.

"Oh Josh, you don't expect me to sing for you, let alone play"

"Awwwwww, pleeeeeasssseeeee" He begged. I swear, when he was whining like this he was adorable.

"Well, I guess I could..."

I got out my guitar and started looking at my song Birthing Addicts.

"Pupils begin to observe,
Watching the waste on this earth..."