Destiny

Chapter 7

Melody

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I sighed as I peered out of the window yet again, faced with the familiar sight of my school, my mum eyed me through the front mirror, silently instructing me to go.

I lightly kissed her on the cheek and opened the door, forcing myself to leave the car. Ruby bounced past me yet again and ran up the steps leading to the front yard.

I dragged myself up the steps and waited until my mum drove off and Ruby was out of sight, once they were gone I sneakily turned around and left the gates of the school, heading in another direction.

After walking for about 5 minutes I came to a stop, I glanced up at the gates of the cemetery and smiled. This is the only place that makes me feel completely safe, however weird it sounds.

I sat myself down  underneath the old oak tree, still standing firmly after 10 years. Underneath it stood the graves of my mother and father, taken too soon. I traced my hands along the cold stone of the graves and feeling the indentation where their names were marked.

I don't remember how it happened, but I have a faint memory of my mother carrying my father into the house. I was confused at what was going on and waddled towards my dad, telling him to wake up.

My mother then did something to me, but I do not remember what it was, it's almost as if the memory has been erased from my mind, but I remember watching her take her last breath and quietly pass away in front of me.

The memory caused a stray tear to fall from my eye, that memory alone has traumatised me my entire life, I used to have nightmares about my parents and Georgia dying. I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy.

The man that killed them, I figured out over the years that it must have been the guy that almost killed my mum, now that I think about it, I went through a lot of trauma as a baby, having to watch my own mother and father killed.

I remember his red eyes, glaring at everybody in the room. I will never forget those eyes, behind those crimson irises, was a purely evil human being. Fear and adrenaline race through me even if I picture his face in my mind.

The anger that I feel for him makes my body become extremely hot, and I feel pressure building up in my stomach and hands. What is happening to me?

"Are... Are you alright?"

Suddenly, I went cold and my head whizzed round in the direction of the voice. Standing there, watching me, seemingly in awe, was that boy I was talking to yesterday. Alfie I think his name was?

I realised that I was slumped against my father's gravestone with tears pouring out of my eyes. Probably not a pretty sight for an aquaintance to be witnessing.

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine" I managed to reply, stuttering wildly. "What are you doing here?"

Alfie looked down and started to twiddle his thumbs slightly.

"I kinda followed you, I was confused and wanted to know why you weren't going to school. Once I realised where you were going, I thought I'd might as well visit one of my relatives who is buried here. Who are you visiting?"

I glanced back at the two graves.

"My biological mother and father, they were murdered about 14-15 years ago. I was very young at the time. Also I intended to visit a very good friend of my parent's. But now you're here."

Alfie gazed up at me, appearing to be in deep thought.

"I won't stop you from seeing who you want to see. Go to them, i'll come with you."

I tried to stand up but failed, I tumbled back to the floor as my legs gave way. I felt my face flush red as a wave of embarrassment took over, until I felt a pair of hands interlock with mine.

As Alfie's hands touched mine, what felt like pins and needles travelled up my arms and down through my body to my feet. I felt as though I was stronger and could breathe easier. What was this feeling?

I managed to balance myself on my feet, and make my way over to Georgia's grave, where I kissed my hand and touched the gravestone, showing my thanks to Georgia for everything she did.

I turned back to Alfie, who was looking at me with a very surprised, confused but happy expression on his face, which he quickly changed, and smiled.

"Should we get back to school?"

I nodded, and started to follow him when he turned around to leave. Why did I feel that way when he touched my hand. That sense of safety?