Murderous Melody

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

"The light is different out here, It's softer." My mom, Vivian Harmon said as she looked out of the window. "It's called smog." My sister, Violet told Mom as she rolled her eyes. Honestly, I'm so sick of my twin's attitude during this time of transition. Her pessimism very much contrasts with my neutralism. While she had friends, I on the other hand had none. No one to share my secret with, no one to share my story. I never once found anyone like me in Boston. Everyone was always human, not even a wood nymph in sight! So, my sister might be a social outcast, but I seem to be a social dead body. My only friends being my twin and my "pet" wolf, Tikaani. But I think that he's the one taking care of me.

"Sunshine!" My dad, Ben Harmon said as they both busted into laughter hysterically, making me jump about three feet into the air. Violet saw me and started laughing with them. "Well Vi, I'm glad that you find something funny at least." Dad said as the laughter died down a bit. "Yah, you're right!" She wheezed out as she still hasn't stopped. "You guys just made Scar jump ten feet!" And she was right back to cackling like an old hag. My mom turned to me and pouted at me, begging me to at least crack a smirk. I looked at her blankly before whispering to Violet, asking her to grab my laptop out of her bag. She smirked at me before rummaging around in her luggage before throwing up her sunglasses two inches away from my face, hitting the window. "Oops, sorry sis, my bad." She said as she leaned toward me, sliding my laptop onto my lap as she got her glasses and put them into her bag once again. I glanced at her from underneath my blue and purple sectioned hair and mouthed her a thanks.

I typed in my password and pulled up my poems that I do weekly. I thought about my life, this one and passed. I thought about how I had to do the awakening ceremony on my own as my thirteenth birthday rolled around. About how only after two weeks and three days he had found me, my talisman in his teeth. I was out in one of the small forests in Boston. By far my favorite place to be in times of need, which is at all of the times. I sat in an opening that I made with roots from tree seedlings so that the trees would grow around the opening and give me a comfortable place to sit. Win win for both living things. As I sat, I heard the crinkling and crunching of leaves which made me very nervous. "Loribelle? Lori, I'm here." I heard outside of my home away from home, feeling vibrations ripple throughout my mind. I immediately leaped from my position, effectively crashing my head into the pointed top. "Jeez! Owwwww, why did I do that??" I groaned as I kneeled against the ground again. I then felt a warm wet substance on my arm. "You never change, do you?" Looking up, I saw him, the one that I knew that would be with me until the day that I die. He had a talisman that didn't look like my original in the slightest. But then again, I guess that all talisman's fit to the owner's personality and what they believe to be normal. "Tikaani? Is that my new talisman?" I asked him as I sat up. "Yep, and it looks weird dude."

He seemed surprised that he himself had said that. And I just laughed. "Well Tikaani, let's go meet the new family. Be on your best behavior, they're not big fans of wild animals. And with that we were on our way. At first, Vi and Mom were too scared to even look at him more than a minute until they eventually warmed up to him after Dad said that I could keep him, not that they had a choice. We're inseparable until death, and even then, we might be connected somehow.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to the real world. I looked to my left to see Violet leaning toward me, looking at me computer screen. After she leaned back, she looked at me with worried eyes. "Scar, are you okay? That's some pretty dark shit." She said as she tried laughing it off. Only then did I realize that I had been typing as I recalled the memory from four years ago, but it didn't make any sense to me, the memory that I had witnessed was very pleasant, and the poem didn't match its mood at all.