Melody's Story
I remember them clearly in my mind. I remember my father always scolding me for not living up to his expatiations, while my mother slowly went mad. I like to think he was so mean, because he didn't want to get close to me. He didn't want to be upset for when I too, go mad. No one in my family has ever been able to break the curse.
The curse has been in my family as long as I can remember. It all started with my Great-Great-Great Grandfather, whom I have forgotten the name of. He was, at first dating a very, very powerful witch. But one day he fell in love with another woman and left the witch. The witch, steaming hot with anger, put the curse on my family. Any woman who becomes part of, or is born in the Rhymes family, will be filled with black blood, taken control of by the demon, and go hopping mad. Full blown crazy. Lucky me, right?
Anyway, my father sent me away at age five to go to the Death Weapon Meister Academy, in Death City. He said it was the best for me. I just think he didn't want to see me go mad. I remember packing my bags, but I never got to get them.
It was the day before I was supposed to leave for DWMA, and my father was off doing whatever he does, and I was home alone with my mother. I could tell she was on the edge of loosing complete control. She wasn't acting like the kind mother I knew. I walked into the kitchen and almost instantly, she slapped me across the face. "Where were you?" She screeches, I can see the red demon almost has complete control. "Mommy, please fight it! I don't want to have to hurt you," I beg. She starts to twitch uncontrollably. The evil laughter begins. I dash out of the house, desperate to get away. I can still feel the sting of the laugh, and the ring of the evil laughter in my ears.