She didn't remember much after the battle that had occurred in Azzo's hospital room, she was sure this was purposeful of her mind as the events were hazy and she didn't want to recall it, but she was ever so glad to be going home with her parents. Home was nice and comfortable, safe from the hidden horrors of the world. It had her large bed, the thousands of pillows she owned (okay maybe not that many), memories of loved ones and Ignacio occasionally.
Their reuniting had involved hugs and tears, her mother having cried in public in the first time that Melody could ever recall. Ignacio's mother had jokingly teased the woman, her father joining in until her mother was jokingly arguing with them that a woman of her stature never did such a thing! Wiping her own tears away, Melody had found herself laughing and wishing that Ignacio could be here to enjoy this sight. Also a mental note to text him about the scene he had missed later was made. And farther in the back of her mind, for the time being, was Azzo and his broken ribs... She wished her parents would have had the chance to meet them, but they had to return home with their daughter in tow.
Which is where she was now, on her way home with brown eyes staring out of the window in the backseat of her father's SUV with tan reflecting back as the darkened city passed by them. She could hear her parents in the front, talking about how she'd been gone for a year and how they had been praying to any deity that would listen that she be safe and return to them. She had gifts waiting for her, from her birthday passed and Christmas too. They'd be celebrating both once she was settled back into home and they were giving her no choice on the matter. She only smiled and nodded, that would be perfectly fine with her! She'd been gone for a year, she could give them this.
When the SUV, a shiny new Champaign colored one that they likely got via trade in while she was gone, pulled into the drive and the car was turned off all of them climbed from the vehicle to make their way inside. Well Melody was carried in by her father, who was a tall man for his ethnicity. He wanted to baby her and she let him, smiling as he moved to take her into her bedroom. It hadn't changed since she had left for Barren Pines, everything she had left behind still where it was and the bed still looked as enticing as usual.
Celebrations would wait until the next day, let her rest and get used to be back in her home before such exciting days were to come. With a kiss to her forehead, he wished his daughter goodnight then left her to herself. Which was something she wasn't expecting to have to come to grips with so suddenly, brown staring out into the darkness of her room as the stars began to come out in the sky.
She found it odd that something that had once been so comfortable and warm felt foreign and a bit cold. Had the year she had been gone really been such a changing thing even if she couldn't remember it? She stood from the round bed and moved around the room to try and get familiar with it again. It was hard when there was no music playing, when she felt like a ghost that didn't belong... Slender fingers drifted across her chest of drawers, the desk and then the handle to the French doors that were often open during the spring and summer to let in the wonderful air.
Gripping the handle she moved it, thought about opening it and letting the cold air blow in as a test to see if she were truly alive. Before she could stop herself she did so, doors being thrown open and the cold air bursting into the room bringing in snow flurries that danced around her body and the long strands of hair that billowed behind her. The balcony, if you could really call it that, was small at maybe a foot from the house's outer wall with beautiful white wrought iron that burned cold against her hands as she gripped it tightly. She could feel, at least...
"Get a grip!" she mentally chided herself as she backed up into her room and shut the doors before her parents could find her exposing herself to the harsh elements. "You're alive and given a second chance... You have what many others didn't get from the ordeal and now you have to deal with it."
She didn't want to deal with it, didn't want to think that she lived when others who deserved it more then she didn't get it. Falling back onto her bed she wondered what Gran might have done had she been alive through all of this. Would not knowing what had happened to been what killed her? Or maybe she'd be smacking her upside the head in motherly fashion, telling her she should not be wasting a second chance with such thoughts. That brought a smile to her face for just a moment before brown eyes glanced up at the moon that was rising high into the sky.
"What's the point of second chances when others have to suffer because of it?" she asked to no one in particular, her eyes still on the moon.
Of course she got no answer and the sounds of the world outside her room sent her drifting to sleep in a silent bedroom she didn't want to call her own. The room was cold and silent, just as the world outside was. In her dreams a soft voice sang Christmas songs and laughed, enjoying the warmth of the world she wanted to feel again.
Silent night~ Holy night~
All is calm, all is bright~
Their reuniting had involved hugs and tears, her mother having cried in public in the first time that Melody could ever recall. Ignacio's mother had jokingly teased the woman, her father joining in until her mother was jokingly arguing with them that a woman of her stature never did such a thing! Wiping her own tears away, Melody had found herself laughing and wishing that Ignacio could be here to enjoy this sight. Also a mental note to text him about the scene he had missed later was made. And farther in the back of her mind, for the time being, was Azzo and his broken ribs... She wished her parents would have had the chance to meet them, but they had to return home with their daughter in tow.
Which is where she was now, on her way home with brown eyes staring out of the window in the backseat of her father's SUV with tan reflecting back as the darkened city passed by them. She could hear her parents in the front, talking about how she'd been gone for a year and how they had been praying to any deity that would listen that she be safe and return to them. She had gifts waiting for her, from her birthday passed and Christmas too. They'd be celebrating both once she was settled back into home and they were giving her no choice on the matter. She only smiled and nodded, that would be perfectly fine with her! She'd been gone for a year, she could give them this.
When the SUV, a shiny new Champaign colored one that they likely got via trade in while she was gone, pulled into the drive and the car was turned off all of them climbed from the vehicle to make their way inside. Well Melody was carried in by her father, who was a tall man for his ethnicity. He wanted to baby her and she let him, smiling as he moved to take her into her bedroom. It hadn't changed since she had left for Barren Pines, everything she had left behind still where it was and the bed still looked as enticing as usual.
Celebrations would wait until the next day, let her rest and get used to be back in her home before such exciting days were to come. With a kiss to her forehead, he wished his daughter goodnight then left her to herself. Which was something she wasn't expecting to have to come to grips with so suddenly, brown staring out into the darkness of her room as the stars began to come out in the sky.
She found it odd that something that had once been so comfortable and warm felt foreign and a bit cold. Had the year she had been gone really been such a changing thing even if she couldn't remember it? She stood from the round bed and moved around the room to try and get familiar with it again. It was hard when there was no music playing, when she felt like a ghost that didn't belong... Slender fingers drifted across her chest of drawers, the desk and then the handle to the French doors that were often open during the spring and summer to let in the wonderful air.
Gripping the handle she moved it, thought about opening it and letting the cold air blow in as a test to see if she were truly alive. Before she could stop herself she did so, doors being thrown open and the cold air bursting into the room bringing in snow flurries that danced around her body and the long strands of hair that billowed behind her. The balcony, if you could really call it that, was small at maybe a foot from the house's outer wall with beautiful white wrought iron that burned cold against her hands as she gripped it tightly. She could feel, at least...
"Get a grip!" she mentally chided herself as she backed up into her room and shut the doors before her parents could find her exposing herself to the harsh elements. "You're alive and given a second chance... You have what many others didn't get from the ordeal and now you have to deal with it."
She didn't want to deal with it, didn't want to think that she lived when others who deserved it more then she didn't get it. Falling back onto her bed she wondered what Gran might have done had she been alive through all of this. Would not knowing what had happened to been what killed her? Or maybe she'd be smacking her upside the head in motherly fashion, telling her she should not be wasting a second chance with such thoughts. That brought a smile to her face for just a moment before brown eyes glanced up at the moon that was rising high into the sky.
"What's the point of second chances when others have to suffer because of it?" she asked to no one in particular, her eyes still on the moon.
Of course she got no answer and the sounds of the world outside her room sent her drifting to sleep in a silent bedroom she didn't want to call her own. The room was cold and silent, just as the world outside was. In her dreams a soft voice sang Christmas songs and laughed, enjoying the warmth of the world she wanted to feel again.
Silent night~ Holy night~
All is calm, all is bright~
