She Won't Talk To Me

Chapter 1

What you just read in the prologue... pretty deep huh? I bet you're confused. Well so you won't be... let's rewind back a year or so shall we?

_ Harris Residence _

      9:30 A.M.

~ Melody's POV ~

"G-G-G-Gucci This Gucci That! OMG ON ERRYTHANG" played through my alarm clock. I turned over, hit the snooze button and looked at the time. "Urggg, 9:30" I mumbled to myself. I turned back over and pulled the covers back over my head. Why am I up at 9:30 on a damn saturday?

"Melody!! Mel! Wake up your volunteer is supposed to be here by 11 and you know how long it takes for you to get dressed" my mother yelled from downstairs, but I didn't answer. Maybe if I pretended to be sleep she would leave me alone, I thought to myself. I was absolutely wrong. She came into my room instead.

"Melody sweetie wake up. Your first session is today." She said gentley shaking me. I groaned as a response. "Melody, come on wake up. Just think this is the first step towards helping you with your disability" she said with excitement in her voice. I turned over to face her and glared at her. I don't have a disability! What doesn't she understand?! "Okay so you don't have a disability, well atleast they can help you with your disorder" My face went blank. I don't have a disability, disorder, disease or anything of that sort! Why won't she just let it go. "Mel I'm serious get up. They'll be here soon" she said getting up and leaving out my room. "If it makes you feel any better, your volunteer is a guy... a cute one at that" she said smirking. I picked up a pillow off my bed and attempted to throw it at her. "Throw something else and see what happens" she said with attitude. I shooed her out of my room and the door closed. I sat up in my bed and sighed. Might as well get up now. I got out of bed, grabbed my ipod off of my nightstand and headed for the bathroom. I plugged my ipod up to my speakers and my favorite song came on.

Break me down, roll me up boy

I can be your pipe dream

Make you feel alright, do the right thing

Stripping myself of my clothes, I turned on the shower as I hummed along to soothing words of Jhene Aiko. 

I will get you higher

My love will... get you high

Take a hit of this and then... tell me how you feel

Tell me how good it feels

I found myself getting lost in her music, it was just so calming and relaxing I didn't notice I was in the shower for 40 mins. I'm surprised the water didn't get cold. I turned the shower off, grabbed my blue and pink stripped towel and wrapped myself within it while getting out. I brushed my teeth, put on lotion, and got dressed. I wanted to look good, even though I'm only staying in the house... My mom did say the guy was cute. Oh wait! I totally forgot to tell you guys why my mom had someone "volunteer" to help me with my "disorder". I don't think they really volunteered, she probably paid them. She thinks I have some mental disability because I don't and won't speak to anyone... not even her. Just because I don't speak doesn't mean I'm mental and I wish she'd understand that. Okay so I may not be mental, but I do have a phobia of speaking. That's all though, nothing serious at all, but my mom makes it seem as if I have concer or something. I mentally scoffed and went into the bathroom to do something with this bundle of messy curls on my head, just thinking about how today is bound to go.

_ Lopez Residence _

       10:00 A.M.

~ Rayan's POV ~