What History Doesn't Know

It Gets Better And Better

I massaged Melanie's back slowly. She had stripped down to her underwear so that I could massage her more easily. I think I turned out to be a natural masseuse. I massaged random parts of Melanie's body and she moaned with pleasure when I massaged that spot.

Melanie had a really beautiful body and every time I saw her in underwear, I think my hormones went on a wildebeest stampede. However, Melanie and I are abstinent so I guess, her body was out-of-bounds until we get married. I really hope we get married. Melanie is such a caring and open person who never hides any secrets from me. Well, I think she may have a few secrets hiding from me, but that's okay.

As I massaged her body, I thought about my dad. There was little hope that I could see my dad in person. That night...What was their purpose? Why? And then there was the dreams. Could they be connected? What was the last things in my dreams? I remembered that Menessus had Hector's sword. Therus buried Spartacus under trees that converged. Could these still be in the 21st century?

Soon, I was tired and I think Melanie was too. I tried to tell her it was time for bed but she didn't move. Only her slow, steady breathing showed she was still alive. I scooped her up from the couch and carried her bridal style into my room. I laid her down on my bed, careful not to wake her up. As she lay asleep on my bed in her underwear, I watched her sleep. She looked like an angel. She never realizes how beautiful she is. When I first saw her, she was a quiet spectacled girl of the class who had braids and a braces.

We first talked when we had to do an assignment together. There was an awkward silence at first but we eventually broke the ice. We became good friends and she said 'hi' to me every time we crossed each other in the corridor. Nearing the school prom, Eduardo and I planned to just chill at the back of the gymnasium during that night. A week before the prom, I found Melanie crying in front of her locker after class. She had tried to ask a guy she liked to the prom but the guy had a new girlfriend who, with the help of her friends, embarrassed her in front of everybody in the whole school.

I asked her whether I could be her date so she wouldn't be the only girl in school without a date to the prom. She was really nice to me so I thought I should help her. I agreed, but that didn't ease her sadness. When I was waiting for her outside her house before prom, she told me to wait outside. I talked to her brother, a nice young boy with probably an excessive love for music.

When Melanie was ready, I thought I saw a goddess. She had only time for basic foundation and lipstick but she was just...wow. Even to this day, I can't describe how beautiful Melanie is. Someone should really invent a word for her beauty.

I kissed her forehead as she slept. I closed the door quietly and sat on the sofa. My thoughts returned to my father. What else has mom got to say? I checked my inbox to check for any response from Eduardo. Nothing. Bummer...

I went to the window of my apartment and looked outside. So much of my own life was unknown to me. Questions were filling my head. Who? Why? Argh! My head feels like its throbbing like crazy. In front of me, I saw what seemed like white spots in the sky. Huh? White spots? I don't have any disorder or condition.

I walked back into my living room. Man, I do not feel good. My legs began feeling weak causing walking to be harder. One of my legs gave way and I fell, hurting my right elbow in an effort to prevent my face from becoming flat. "Oh god, ahhh!" I said to myself. I couldn't move! Both my legs were limp like a puppet's legs.

At least my arms were still functional. I used friction to help me move across the floor. It was like being Spiderman only I have a bruised elbow and two limp legs. I crawled over to the sofa. I was not super muscular, but I was strong enough to lift myself off the floor and onto the couch. I guess those chin-ups at the gym were good for something after all. I felt so hot and sweaty like I was in a sauna. God...why is this happening to me?! White spots danced in front of my eyes like they were taunting me. Sweat trickled down my back. And my eyes...my eyes were becoming heavy.

Oh no. Not again. I disliked these dreams of mine yesterday, but they were starting to get on my nerve now. Every second that passed, the heaty sensation increased.

Heavy eyes...I mustn't close...eyes...dad...