Never Rip Paper
Sixteen years ago, Melody loved ripping newspaper. She did it all the time, not a care in the world. She couldn't have cared less about what might have happened.
Melody just ran around getting newspaper from newspaper stands, and she just ended up tearing them apart when she got home again.
Now, at 20 years old, she doesn't rip newspaper any more. She remembers it clearly and she will never do it again. There are reasons why Melody doesn't do it anymore. Poor Melody is scarred for life because of it.
When she was three, she got a major papercut. No one would expect to get such a papercut from a newspaper. A few weeks later, a voice told her to get out of her house. She ran around the house crying. Melody hugged her mother's leg in terror.
Her birthday was on the next day. She had a lot of fun until something was written in blood on the wall. That led to her bathroom mirror shattering. She fainted with cake crumbs on her mouth.
Melody was taken to the hospital. She was treated for a minor concussion. Her mother was extremely concerned about her daughter's health. "Is she going to be okay? Is my Melody going to be okay?"
The doctor nodded his head in silence.
One week later, Melody recovered. Her head still hurt and she couldn't think clearly, but the doctor said she was going to be okay. Her mother drove her home, the dog and the cat in the car. She drove right past their house. "M-Mommy? Awe we going home?" She squeaked.
Then she saw her house was burnt down to the ground. She wasn't really fond of that house, but she was awfully surprised at what she saw. "I'm gwad I didn't ave any stuffies. Am I wight?" Poor little Melody was trying to be optimistic.
She thought, Where are we going to wive now? Mommy won't talk. Awe we going to live at Grandma's?
They drove and drove to her grandmother's house. She saw a newspaper. Melody looked at the scar on her hand from the papercut. She carefully crept towards the newspaper.
There was a criminal man's face on this edition. His eyes followed Melody as she edged closer and closer. The face screamed as Melody touched it, then it bit her. "Eeeeeeeekk!" She screamed with horror.
Many other things had happened in her years:
Two round eyes peered from behind her curtains.
She almost tripped on a knife.
A newspaper screamed and screeched at her.
Plenty of other things had occurred in her years until she was 19, some too distrubing to be mentioned. Melody now rocks in a corner in her bedroom, her grandma's floorboards creaking under her.
She stays home, never goes to school, all alone in her corner, paranoid.
Credited to Darktail432
Originally uploaded on March 4, 2012
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