“...Whoopee, another Monday morning...”, Melody exclaimed to herself, sarcasm hidden behind her voice, sighing to the monotony of her daily routine as she reached for the ringing alarm clock which had woken her up. She unwillingly got out of bed and stood on both her feet, wobbling from side to side due to the haziness caused by sleep deprivation. She took a long glimpse outside the window, perceiving a dull and dismal sight as many gray clouds obscured the sun, not letting any sunlight through. For some reason, Melody then felt a spasm of uneasiness, as though something unexpected was bound to happen that would have a very strong impact on her way of living; the end of her seemingly never-ending search for answers. After packing her schoolbag, she hurried herself up to leave the house, not noticing the neatly folded letter situated beside the telephone...
The day progressed just like any ordinary school day for Melody: her arrival at school was just in time, and as usual, she took a seat in the second row, put out her notebooks for each respective subject and did her best not to cope up with her teachers' demands, questions and explanations for she considered all of these as endless prattling. Instead, all she did was to scribble nonsense on her already drawn notebook, once again lost in her own thoughts...
Finally, the bell rang, signaling dismissal. Melody didn't wait a moment longer to stay at school and immediately made her way home, wishing for some rest on her cozy, soft bed, her eyes flickering briefly towards the gray clouds that still overcast the sun.
“Anne, I'm home!”, she droned in a raucous manner, something that was part of her daily routine upon arriving. Yet oddly enough, there came no answer. So where WERE they? “They are always at home by this time...”, Melody wondered to herself, pangs of worries starting to surface which she, however, attempted to oppress as she mostly showed apathy towards her godparents, when she suddenly spotted a tidily kept piece of paper next to the old-fashioned telephone that she rarely used. Upon unfolding it, she instantly recognized her godmother's penmanship.
“Melody, dear, your godfather and I went to Florida for a day or two due to this occasion that we have to attend to. We wanted to remind you about it this morning as we ate breakfast, but you once again had to make a scene and left before we could say a word. There's enough food in the fridge. We love you,
Anne”
“Oh, yeah, NOW I remember... They did mention that a few days ago...”, she exclaimed, sighing in relief, a huge weight somehow lifted off of her chest. The next few hours were then spent by writing in her journal; her pages her only release, while listening to music which calmed and soothed her. Just as Melody was about to pour out her feelings on a new, blank page, the doorbell rang.
“May I help you?”, Melody asked upon opening the door and seeing a well-groomed policeman.
“Good afternoon, miss, are you Melody Carmen De la Cruz?”, he replied to her question, taking a small peek in a folder which he held in his hands.
“Yes, I am.”, she responded tersely.
“And are... Anne and William Santos your godparents?”
Melody nodded once, as to show acquiescence, her heart somehow heavy, beating extremely loudly and faster with every passing second.
“I'm so sorry to tell you this...” Upon hearing these words, Melody's heart skipped a beat.
The Wall (part 2)
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Saturday, January 23, 2010
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