Beautiful Broken Self

Prologue

It was a rather cold night in the city of New York. People were busy as usual, cars were passing by every minute and city lights can be seen all over. It was all normal until one incident happened.

Near the famous successful hotel of one of the most successful businessman, John Edwards, you can see people walking by suddenly stopped, shocked at what they just witnessed. No one saw the whole thing but they were certain about one thing, something was terribly wrong. People started surrounding what just happened just minutes ago, the paparazzi started swarming in as well.

Everything was all a big pandemonium. Everyone was freaking out.

"It's her!"

"Oh my God."

"What happened to her?"

"Did you see what happened?"

People were talking while trying to take a good look at her.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" someone in the crowd shouted which made people go quiet and let the man through. People didn't need telling twice since they knew he shouldn't be messed with. When he finally got to the middle, he stared with wide eyes, shocked at what he was seeing.

In the middle of the street was a girl, probably at the age of fifteen or sixteen, wearing an elegent blue dress which is now filled with dirt and blood, she was lying against her back, her face was pale  and was covered in wounds with her eyes closed. Her usually blonde hair had blood in them. Her chest wasn't rising and falling, she looked as if she was barely alive and breathing at all. For some people she was just an average girl but she was not just an ordinary girl, for she is Melody Edwards. Mr. Edwards' only beloved daughter, the future heiress of one of the most prestigious hotels.

When he snapped out of his shock he ran up to her, his heart beating rapidly. He kneeled down and held her face.

No no no no no. He thought. You're not dead, you can't be.

"You are not dying on me, Melody! Wake up!" His voice was breaking.

He looked at his shaking hands and they were now smudged with the blood. His eyes were glistening with tears. He held her head and placed it on his lap and yelled "GET HELP!"

"I'm sorry, Mel. I'm so sorry." He whispered. He ignored all the commotion around him.

Minutes later the siren of the ambulance can be heard and people cleared a path. Paramedics came carrying her body and placing her on the stretcher.

Then Mr. Edwards came running into the crowd. He looked around and when he saw his daughter his jaw dropped, his heart just dropped and run up to her.

"Melody?" His eyes were turning red and tears came falling down his cheeks. He held her pale face with shaking hands. "No." He whispered. His hands slammed to his face, covering his eyes in disbelief. Even if he covered them it's too late. It's all real.

Then a hand held on his shoulder and he turned and saw him.

"I . . . I'm sorry sir. I couldn't-"

"She's alive!"

They both turned.