So Close, Yet So Far

trois

Melissa's POV

I went inside my room, it was as blank as an empty canvas, which meant a perfect opportunity. There were two bedrooms, each one exactly the same, with a bathroom and a closet. My roommate hadn't arrived yet so I decided to kill time by organizing my stuff, fun right?

I started to take out all my clothes, I had almost packed my whole closet but I didn't mind, as a matter of fact, it was good because I was staying here for the next 6 years of my life. It seemed like my suitcase was endless and the clothes kept on appearing. I suddenly saw the object that made me feel alright, that made me feel like I was home

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"What happened sweetie?" My mother said as she wiped one tear away from my face, we were laying in my bed in a summer afternoon, the sun was shining through the curtains as my face was filled with tears

"It's nothing mom" I whispered and cleaned my face with my bare hands "Seriously it's nothing" I said trying to let out a laugh or even a slight giggle to lighten up the situation but nothing came out, just a single sigh

"Mel, I know that's something going on" She said, I was scared of telling her, she may talk to another person and at the end, Charles and Sara would find out and make it even worse

"Mom, if I tell you, believe me, it will get worse" I mumbled under my breath as one tear escaped my eye, all that crossed my mind was 'be strong, don't break or she will insist more' but my body couldn't control and neither could my mind. I was overwhelmed with my emotions and I couldn't deal with it anymore

My mom looked at me "Honey, you can tell me" She said as she caressed my arm but I couldn't hold it in anymore, I broke. I stood up and just yelled with all the energy I I couldn't let out for my own good

"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO THEM?" I burst out while my eyes let out all the tears I had been holding and keeping to myself "Nobody should treat anyone like this" I whispered "Nobody deserves to be treated like this" I muffled and sat down again, this time on the floor and not resisting the urge to cry

My mom sat next to me, she looked worried. I mean who wouldn't be worried that they're 7-year old was having such intense emotions and problems at a young age

"Mel, look at me" She said and I lift my head up to look at her, her blue eyes were sparkling from tiny tears that were begging to leave the border of her eyes. I had always wondered why I didn't have blue eyes like her, I instead had my dad's hazel brown eyes "I'm always here" She smiled at me and hugged me, her arms were warm and I could feel her heartbeat

She took out a tiny statue of a star, it was beautiful "People may break you down, but you are a star, NEVER let them take away your spark" She said and handed me the small statue

"Remember me when you see this, and remember that burning spark that I know will always be inside you" She got up and kissed my forehead, I smiled as she walked out

"I will"

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I took out that little statue and held tight on to it, I placed it in the coffee table near the so called "kitchen" that was just a microwave and a little bar. I looked at it and nodded, it was like a perfect fit, like it was supposed to be there

I continued to look at the view from my dorm, it was majestic. I could see the sky, that now was a light blue with hints of purple, pink and orange because it was soon going to be night. It was like the colors were splattered all over the sky forming a masterpiece, it was breathtaking. It was so different from Nevada's blue sky, but so magnificent in it's own way, it seemed that the colors were dancing across the sky in one big white cloud that held them. The colors became one as the sky moved but maintained they're pigment and identity. This was one of the things that I loved about art