Young Writers Society

Meldoy

The weekend seemed to drag on and on and I was beginning to wish for my Monday alarm to go off. I hadn't spoken to a single soul all weekend and my body ached from all the cleaning my parents had made me do. I wanted to scream every time they gave me something else to do, it was like a never-ending parade of punishments. Come Saturday evening my parents had me locked into my bedroom, too afraid to let any of the party guests even see that they had another person living in their home. I had been instructed to stay out of sight and stay quiet. As if I even wanted to be a part of their little charade anyways. I was just sitting on my bed re-reading twilight for like the millionth time when Veronica burst through my door.

"Hey loser, where is that super cute top you stole. You know, the one with the pink flowers."

I looked up, annoyed that she was interrupting my team Edward time. Like come on who doesn't want a mysteriously hot bad boy with a dangerously hotter secret. Veronica just stood in front of my open closet staring at me like I was crazy.

"Did you not hear me, Meldoy. The top, where is it?"

"I didn't steal anything Ronnie, some of us are just capable of saving our money. And what does it matter to you anyways, you have enough clothes in your room. You don't need to start taking mine."

I picked up my book again trying to show her that I wasn't going to entertain her any longer. As always it didn't work. Instead, Veronica grabbed the book from my hands shoved a perfectly manicured finger into my chest.

"Now listen here, I want that top and I want it now. You wouldn't want me to tell Mommy and Daddy that you were picking on me again would you. Especially on the night of MY seventeenth birthday party."

I looked at her, trying desperately to not let my eyes roll back into my head like I really wanted them to. I can't believe this was happening. One day that's all I wanted. "It's hanging up in my bathroom Ronnie. Just take it and leave me alone. Now can I please have my book back."

Veronica huffed, stomping her way into my bathroom before reemerging with my top. She peeled off the tank she was wearing and slipped mine over her head, pulling her blonde hair into a lose bun. She smiled greedily in my mirror, twirling around like a little girl. It was really gross how self-absorbed she always was. It always shocked me how totally into herself she could be. I mean she wasn't exactly unattractive; with her slim figure and blonde hair she totally had the whole stereotypical model beauty thing about her. But her attitude tainted whatever natural beauty she had.

"My book Ronnie." I reminded her, stretching out my hand for the novel.

She looked at me, a smirk growing on her lips. "Do you mean this book," she said picking twilight up from where she laid it on my dresser, "I don't know why you always read this crappy story anyways. It's not like any of it is real. Vampires and werewolves, come on Melody grow up already."

"I don't care Ronnie, just give it back to me."

"No. I don't think I will. I think I'm going to save you from yourself just this one time, call it a sisterly favor if you will."

"What do mean Veronica?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Idiot." She scoffed, picking up the lighter I kept on my dresser for my candles. "This is for your own good Meldoy. Maybe now you'll learn to get your head out of the clouds and realize that you're good for nothing other than cleaning and cooking and making sure I have everything I need. You get me."

I watched Veronica hold the corner of my book over the lighter before she flicked it and set its pages ablaze. The fire catching quickly onto the overworn pages. I cringed inside, my heart breaking a little. It took my three months of saving up what little allowance my parents gave me to buy that book and here it was being burned up right in front of me. I couldn't believe she would stoop so low. Hell, I gave her what she wanted. What did I have to do to be left alone for once? Veronica laughed as she watched my horrified expression. It felt like my entire soul was being burned up along with Bella and Jacob and Edward. Tears had already started to prickle up in the corners of my eyes.

When she seemed satisfied with the destruction of my book Veronica walked back into the restroom and I could hear her drop it into the open toilet. She came out looking smug and proud of herself. I knew if I said anything to her now, I would just end up in trouble with our parents, so I stayed where I was and tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over. As soon as she walked out of my room, I bolted off the bed and ran for the bathroom, pulling the soaking pages out of the water. It was completely and utterly destroyed. There was no way in hell that I was going to be able to salvage the pages. Five years of comfort flushed down the drain. I hurt all over, my heart aching in my chest. I hated her. I had all of this. I hated my family and this stupid town. I hated the fact that I was ever born. Why did I have to be born, why couldn't I have just died and given my parents their one wish.

As I sat on the bathroom floor crying over the destroyed book in my hands, I could feel the anger burning down inside me. It turned in the pit of my stomach slowly, its bile creeping into the back of my throat. I've never felt anger like this so strongly before. It almost seemed like it seeped into every crevice of my body. Dark inky tendrils that snaked their way around my veins and bled into my heart. It scared me. Sweat began to roll down my temples as my body heat grew stronger with the anger inside. Standing I looked at myself in the mirror. The person who was looking back at me looked like my face, but I swear that for a split second I could see my brown eyes flash golden in the reflection.

What the hell was happening to me. I took a step back, afraid that if I stared at myself too long, I would see myself disappear. Throwing the book into the trash I stumbled back into my room, the rage inside me blinding me. I had to get out of here. I needed to breathe fresh air. Suddenly I could hear a voice in the back of my head clear as day. Her sharp melodic sound ringing around behind my ears.

"Run."