Breaking the Broken Strings
A story between Ferb and my OC Mel Jane Wellington 3 3 3
She had always been there, all the time. She shared my passions and sense of quietness. We never really talked because we just kind of knew what to say when nothing needed to be said.
It's hard to explain but we were so close. So close and then I left her behind...
Just like her own twin did.
I'm a horrible friend.
-Mel's PoV-
I laid on my bed, thinking about anything other than 'that'. And that certain 'that' was named Alice Marie Wellington, my girly smart twin. She left with our dad to America. Just like how he did and just like I will be soon.
My mom, Joy Wellington, got a new teaching job offer in America as a professor in Psychology at a college in Danville. I know I've never been there but for some reason the name sounded oddly familiar. I was nervous about leaving but in a way, I was happy to get out of London where all the memories of my broken relationships remained.
I sat up, my burgundy hair with fiery orange tips was tangled and messy. I ran my fingers through it but it just caught in the masses of hair and pulled on my head. Giving up, I went to get a comb.
I stopped in the hallway, remembering everything was packed and we would leaving in just a few hours. Maybe it was then I realized this was my home or I already knew that but didn't want to actually face the fact that I was leaving it behind with all my other friends and family.
I felt myself sit on the ground, not realizing I slid down the wall. Tears threatened to spill over but I tried to hole them in with great effort but instead they slowly slid down my cheeks and it got harder and harder to hold back the sobs that I knew were inevitable. Again, I wanted to avoid the negative emotions for my mom's sake. I wanted to be strong and show her I'm ok and that this is nothing. But here I am breaking down in the hallway just because I packed up my comb and hairbrush.
If I'm weak then I must rarely show it because it hurts to cry... And I never enjoyed hurting..