~ melanie
I cave in, slinging my pale arms around his tanned neck, his lips soft, mine dehydrated and dry. I was sweet against my bitterness. But then I felt, strange, afraid.
My eyes widened as Memories flashed threw the room, my father sucking on girls faces that weren't my mom's. My brothers lips turning blue from not breathing from all the smoke in the room. Grey smoke rising from my own baby pick lips and a tear runs down my cheek. And finally I saw what I'd been dreading most, those old men scratching and pinching my skin as they suck on my neck, licked me like I was sweet sweet cake and nothing more.
I can't breathe. I need to get out of here.
I push Josh away a little too hard so he hit the wall, looking at me confused as I cup a hand over my mouth, covering my sobs as I run out of the room.
"Melanie! Wait! I'm sorry please!"
I hit the door and ran out, running halfway down the hallway before my vision begins to blur. I can't see, I fall to my knees as my nails dig into my forehead.
Your insane, baby, totally mad.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" I yell, rocking back and forth.
It leaves and I cry. The same routine seems to be reacting itself constantly. Panic, cry, go mad. It's just a huge game. I wipe my eyes as a hand rub's my back, a low voice shushing me calmly.
"Why are you here Josh?" I sigh, standing up and crossing my arms.
"Because I care about you."
"Well stop, ok, because I don't need pity just because Im sick." I say, avoiding eye contact.
"What do you mean? Sick?"
"How oblivious can some one be?" I mumble.
"Melanie, your sane. I don't understand whats wrong." He says, touching my arm.
"Don't you get it! Im nuts, baby, Im mad!!" I yell loudly.
Doors open all at the same time, all around us.
"What's all the yelling for?" Lana asks.
"Yeah, people are trying to sleep." Tyler yawns.
"Oh Melanie, you ok sweetie?" Troye says, smile dropping away.
"She thinks she's crazy." Josh shakes his head.
They all look at me, concerned. All of them, just looking at me.
"What?! Never seen a cray person before?!" I yell at them.
"Melanie, your not crazy. Normal family, normal life, normal death." Tyler shrugs.
I can feel my stomach turn into lava, Acid rising in my throat. He thinks I'm normal. He doesn't know me. None of them do. If we were rain, they were the fucking drizzle and I'm the hurricane. And boy, did they have a storm coming.
"Your normal sweetheart." he says, a small smile as he pouts a finger a time.
my eye starts to twitch and I laugh. He has no idea.
"Oh. I'm normal?! How would you now? You have no fucking idea all the bullshit I've been threw! I've been bullied. I've been manipulated. I've been tortured! Hey, tyler, Tell me is sleeping with a million men normal?! huh?!"
He stares at me, wide-eyed.
" I'm Insane! Baby, I'm mad. The craziest friend, you've ever had! I'm pyscho, I'm gone! Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong! You have no idea what you just all got yourselves into. No fucking Clue! BECAUSE YOUR ALL WEAK! YOUR ALL FUCKING WEAK! AND YOUR HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF!" I scream at the top of my lungs. They all turn white as ghosts as I smile like the I'm the joker's daughter.
I go to turn around and walk away, but instead turn back towards Tyler and get right up in front of his face.
"And a word of advice. Don't EVER Point your FUCKING FINGER AT A CRAZY PERSON... Sweetheart." I mimic, squinting at him.
I turn around and blow a kiss, throwing up my middle finger straight after before grabbing my bag and storming towards the library.
They've gotten themselves into deep shit this time. Deep, deep shit.
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FanfictionMelanie was emotionless all her life. She had extreme daddy issues. Her favourite activity was beating up girls that called her 'Crybaby' in high school. She had no friends, her only friend was her brother whom she ran away from home with often ditc...