How many selfies 'till I'm pretty?

Ipod in the lake

Melody sits drawing carefully with her right hand. She peers out at the lake trying to stensil in the reflective waves lapping gently on the shore and beautiful sun blazing just above it in a current of steel red. She finishes eventually and observes her drawing. It is good, really good- she hasn't practiced much with drawing so her dexterity is still a little off- but she smiles. She still has the gift. 

"I still have the gift," she breathes out- blushing to her own words. 

Flashes of that night ring in her head. Her screaming, the flames leaping up her hands. Being pulled out, and watching thru her weak slits in her eyes as people tried to recuscitate her father. 

She loved her father so much. He would take her to the fair and whisper how much he loved her in her ear. 

He would make toffee with her. (He was the baker of the family)

He was so much fun to be around. A ray of sun shine. 

Melody frowns and tears prick her eyes. She observes her still slightly paled hands compared to the rest of her slightly olive colored body. 

"It should have been me," she whispers as a few tears slip down her cheeks. All of the sudden, something catches her eye. She rubs at her eyes. 

"Is that- an Ipod?" she asks to no one in particular. She finds her self leaning over too far, and before she knows it she's fallen into the lake. 

She looks up and sees the sun behind the water, water streams into her mouth and nose. she tries to cough but she chokes. She kicks frantically for the water, running out of breathe. A weed catches her on the ankle and she tugs. 

So close to the surface, so close, so close. She reaches down and frantically pounds on where it's caught. Everything is foggy, she can barely see as she finally is able to unloop the weed. She rises to the surface and gasps for air. 

She gets back on the dock and sits down ringing out her wet hair, gasping and sputtering. The Ipod floats innocently in front of her, and she carefully picks it up. 

"Melody?! Oh my goodness are you okay?" Esther rushes to her side. Melody tucks the wet ipod into her pocket. 

"Ya, I'm fine-," she replies.