MAD MARY

💀 CHAPTER TWO | HOUSE-WARMING CRAZY

Young Melody ran into a room with a large squared window frame. The ceiling was far away from the reach of average-height basketball players.

A perfect wooden bed-stead stood beautifully on the right corner of the room. The bedroom looked like a large studio. Moss grew silently at the corners of the four-walls of wood.

Melody forced the old windows open. A very cool breeze swept through the room and brushed the young one's cherry cheeks. Her pink jacket gave her warmth.

The cool breeze caused a bit of a chill on her jaws, but she smiled instead. Melody took in a deep breath and the smell of petrichor embraced her. It was a captivating mix of the earth's fresh soil by every grain beneath and droplets of water from grey clouds above.

"Well?" Alice asked, with crossed arms and legs as she stood at the door of what had become her daughter's new room.

"I love it. I love it mommy. I love, love, love it! Don't we Miss Pink? Yes we do." Melody skipped around the room in excitement.

Alice looked at her child and could not help but smile. She wished the little angel would remain same and never grow up like her son George did.

"You really like it huh?"

"Mommy, are you joking? I love it. It's so different from the room I had in our house at Stockon Street. I hated that room. It was so small. Pink didn't have her bed and the worst part was I had to share the room with George, who disturbed my beauty sleep with his awful laughter. He's such a jerk."

"Language young lady!" Alice scolded her daughter.

"I'm sorry mommy but you and I both know he is a j-word." Melody pouted.

Alice laughed.

"Alright then, since you love this room so much, it's yours...But not until you pack your boxes up here."

"Yay!!" Melody jumped and hugged her mother.

"Okay! Okay! I'm tired honey. How about we go get those boxes?"

"Boxes! Boxes! Get the boxes! Come on Poodle Pink!" Melody ran out of the room. Her little pet ran after her.

Alice smiled but once her daughter was gone, the joyful arch on her face became a straight line. A chill filled the air in the room. Alice wrapped her hands around her body. It did nothing to warm her up.

She felt a cold breeze stroll down her spine as she stared into the purple darkness beyond the large window. Her teeth shivered for a while.

"Mom!!" George screamed.

Alice jumped.

"George? George, are you okay? George?" she screamed while her heels made loud thuds on wooden floor as she ran to her son's location.

Alice finally got to the origin of George's voice.

He stood in the middle of a small room with a sloped ceiling. There was a window as well but it was not as large as the one in Melody's new room. Spider webs floated from joint to joint in the room. An average sized bed stead stood directly under the slopped ceiling. Torn magazine covers of bikini-dressed ladies were pasted on a wall opposite the slope.

"Mum! What the hell?! I hate this room!" George yelled, completely ignorant of the loud pants of his mother.

Alice tried to catch her breath. She looked around the room. It had a good feel to it. It felt safer than Melody's room. She was not quite sure why but she liked this room. Her gaze shifted to the old posters on the wooden walls.

"Well, it's a typical boy's room." Alice said.

"Yeah right, a bunch of almost nude ladies on my wall, makes my life perfect." George sighed.