The Wall (part 1)

This was actually also some kind of homework I wrote about a year ago. The theme was supposed to be "wall", so I decided to write a story on an abstract kind of wall.
This is it.
I hope you like it.
- and I'd love to read any comments.
By the way, I divided it into three parts so that you can read it a bit more easily. :P

 
“…Oh, yet another Sunday morning…,” Melody Carmen thought to herself, indifferent, as she woke up to the sound of the chirping birds outside. She slowly rubbed her eyes with both her hands while making her way towards the window, reaching out to the black and white polka-dotted curtains and pulling them apart, letting the sunlight permeate the whole room. After having done so, she turned around and faced her room, seeing how chaotic and untidy it was: dirty socks were lying everywhere, books stacked precariously on her more than stuffed shelf while all of her yet-to-be-done homework lay on the floor. She closed her deep, blue eyes, sore from all of the crying she had done the night before, and felt the sunrays’ warmth tingling on her sensitive, pale skin. As always, several thoughts started lingering in her mind.
“Melody! Come down and eat!” a shrill, familiar voice suddenly called out; waking the 16-year-old teenager from her profound trance who then, after having changed clothes, hastily ran downstairs, not wanting to make her godmother wait, trying to avoid getting shouted at once again.
Upon arriving the brightly lit dining room, she quickly took a seat at the dining table where a typical American breakfast, bacons and toast, awaited her.
“So… did you sleep well, Melody?”
“Yeah”, the teenager lied, knowing very well that she had barely had any sleep, as always, due to all of the worries that she had entertained in her mind last night and due to all of her crying. Ever since her parents had passed away in an airplane crash long ago, Melody rarely told the truth to anyone, especially to her godparents, adamantly thinking that they were merely trying to replace her parents’ place in her heart by being hypocritical and pretentious. Little did she know, though, was that this dubious way of thinking was what had eventually molded her into the introverted and mistrusting person that she was, thus making it hard for her to find good friends.
“Glad to hear that”, exclaimed her godmother, Anne , warmly and smiling. Although a heartfelt smile was spread across her tired-looking face, Melody could sense an undercurrent of sorrow.
“Is there something wrong?,” she asked herself, chewing on the juicy piece of fried bacon, hitting the empty spot in her stomach. Regardless of her growing curiosity, the young adolescent decided not to ask anything, concluding that whatever it might be, it was Anne's problem and not hers, in addition to not wanting to get herself involved into other people's business. Right after eating, she abruptly stood up, left the dirty dishes at the sink and began to saunter towards the house's front door and to make her way to the appointment she had set with a friend of hers; her only “good” friend, blinded by the fact that he, however, didn't have any good influence on her, not even bothering to don the coat which was hanging, untouched, on the recently polished coat rack.
“Melody!! Wait a moment! What do you think you're doing? Where are you going? Don't tell me you're going to that friend of yours again! How many times have we told you that he's no good influence for you, Melody! And besides... we made an agreement, remember? You're supposed to wash the dishes today,” Anne suddenly exclaimed with a soft yet firm voice, surprising the teenager who was about to turn the doorknob and who then obstinately disregarded her godmother's demand, slamming the front door behind her with such a force that made the house shake as a result.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?! You're not the boss of me!” The teenager, angered by her godmother's command, retorted balefully as she stood at the house's front porch which was surrounded by several colorful, blooming flowers, a sign that showed that Spring, the beginning of time, had just started. She made her way to her secret spot, the place she normally went to whenever she needed some “alone time”, some distance from other people and some isolation, all of which she longed for more often than it should be, ever since the people she had cherished most, her parents, had had to meet their demise. Upon arriving, she took in the perfect and picturesque view of nature which, however, always seemed to be lacking something. Yet the question was: what?

The green trees at the entrance of the thick forest still glowered at her precariously; the winding road that lead to the depth of the forest as uncertain as ever, the birds' morning song resonated in the background in a cheerful manner; its echo reverberating in the emptiness which had, bit by bit, filled Melody's melancholic heart in the past years, the clear blue sky above offered her some peace of mind and a clear sight of things; albeit to some gray clouds that seemed to be hovering around, and the already-blossoming flowers, radiant as ever, demonstrating that every end was merely the start of a new beginning. Simply picture-perfect. So what was missing? Everything seemed to be there, but Melody always had the impression that it didn't seem to be complete... Maybe it was the lacking sunlight ,overcast by a gigantic, dark cloud?
Or maybe the absence of source of warmth; warmth to the coldness that crept upon her skin?...
Engrossed by her daydream, the teenager had eventually lost track of time and had even forgotten about the arrangement to meet her friend as she quietly observed the sun set slowly, the darkness becoming omnipresent and the temperature falling.
It was around midnight when Melody finally figured it was time to go home... Home? Where was that? “No, I've lost my place called “home” a long time ago... It's time to go to Anne's”, she thought, reluctantly standing up and setting off for her godparents' house.
On her way there, she gazed at the blazingly twinkling stars above her head, deliberately brooding over the unknown cause of the sudden turn of personality and mindset she had experienced, still not finding any answer to the posed question.
“I'm home!”, she shouted once arriving, her yell piercing into the unusual silence that had reigned. No reply. Where were they?
“I'M HOME!”, she repeated, this time more loudly. Yet to no avail: still no respond. She decided to go upstairs and check in their bedroom, when all of a sudden, a thought hit her. “Maybe they're asleep... after all, it's already late”, she concluded, not bothering to verify whether her godparents were there or not. She then made her way to her room, rashly donned her PJ's and directly went to bed, closing her eyes and after several minutes, finally drifting into a dreamless sleep...