I don't own Jumper or any of its characters. I only own my OCs.

Sing For Me ~ Yellowcard

My father once said: "People do things that they won't understand and their actions effect everybody in the world. Everyone is tied together one way or another." I understood what he was talking about more and more as I grew up in my household.

A door opened and a large, well-built man walked in with a big bucket of water.

He walked over in one quick movement and dumped the freezing water on top of a sleeping girl.

"GET UP YOU LAZY ASS AND MAKE BREAKFAST!" He yelled at her and walked out as the girl shot her eyes open.

Yep.

That girl is me.

My name is Melody and this is my story.

I sat up on my bed sleepily.

The cold water was beginning to be one of my stepfather's favorite ways of waking me up.

I looked over at my cheap clock. 5:25 am.

Great.

I stood up and changed my shirt.

Luckily, the sheets I was sleeping under absorbed all of the rest of the water before it could get my boxers wet.

After I put on a bra and a different shirt, I ran my fingers through my short hair and shook it around a little.

I walked out of my room to see my stepfather walking back downstairs to go back to bed.

Why, then, did I have to get up?

Well, if they don't have their breakfast ready and waiting when they get up and/or I'm asleep, then I get punished.

Punishment is mostly a huge beating that makes me have huge bruises and whelps for a month or so, followed by confinement in my room.

I looked through the fridge to see what we had to eat for the day.

Eggs...some sausages...that's about it.

I looked in the pantry and found something for pancakes and hash browns. Hmmm...pancakes it is.

I got out the electric skillet silently, not to wake everybody up.

Once, I was careless and still half asleep and got it out noisily.

My stepfather came up and yelled at me if I wanted to wake the entire world.

I, being half asleep and not thinking, said that I do and, well, you can guess the rest.

I plugged up the skillet and turned it to 360 degrees F. Then, I got out the pancake mix and mixed everything up to get the batter. The light went off on the skillet just in time too. I poured four medium sized circles onto the skillet and waited. Then, when the four were done, I pulled out a plate and put them on there. I then, just added two pancakes and six sausages onto the skillet.

This went on until I ran out of sausages and pancake mix.

I looked over at the kitchen clock as I was cleaning the skillet off.

6:52 am.

Not bad.

I got the skillet cleaned off and put away and set the table.

I light-footedly walked over to my sister's room and carefully opened the door.

She was still sleeping.

I looked at the clock on the other side of her bed.

7:13 am.

I smiled and walked over to the side of her bed.

I placed my hand down gently on her shook her lightly.

"Anne," I whispered.

She started to stir a little.

"Anne, wake up. Breakfast is ready."

She mumbled an 'ok' and sat up.

I smiled a little more and walked out of her room so she could get ready.

I, then, walked into, my stepbrother, Chris's bedroom.

I climbed the bunk bed and found his foot.

I repeated what I had said to Anne to him and he did the same.

I left, once again, and went to the kitchen to find my mom and stepfather eating their breakfast.

I walked over and waited for my sister and stepbrother to come and get their food.

If I didn't, Mark, my stepfather, would punish me.

I liked to wait on them anyways.

I always wanted to make sure that I put them before me.

They came in the kitchen in a groggy mood and got their food.

I got the remains, which was two sausages and two pancakes.

That was a good meal for me.

Most of the time, it was less.

I sat down next to my mom and Mark and began eating.

I had to show all manners, or, you know the rest.

I've repeated it a lot.

Once everybody was done, Chris went over and started playing video games and Karen, my mom, and Mark went back downstairs.

Anne, being with me since she was born, helped me with the dishes.

"How did things turn out like this?" She asked me while washing off a fork.

"We used to pull so many pranks on these two goons that we'd constantly be in trouble."

I laughed a little at the memories.

Once, since both parents are alcoholics, I shook up all but one beer to see how long it would take until they found the one bottle that wouldn't explode on them.

We did much more than that obviously.

"Yeah, but as long as you are ok, I don't mind so much." I told her.

She frowned a little.

"Is their something you're not telling me?"

I hesitated for a moment.

Karen and Mark always had their eyes on me and treated me badly once I met a boy.

Of course, I know why they hated me because of it.

He was a Jumper, and now a famous one at that.

His name was Griffin.

Griffin O'Conner.

He's become one of the most feared and respected Jumpers, though, not many people know him.

Only the Paladin's and the few people that he's talked to.

I forced a smile.

"No. I'm sure that I've told you everything that you need to know." I kind of lied.

She really didn't need to know about Griffin, but it would explain why we're getting treated more harshly.

I also promised Griffin that I wouldn't tell anyone what he could do or I'd be in trouble.

"It's probably because she's not fighting us for dad anymore so she knows that she can treat us as poor as she wants to." I explained to Anne.

She nodded, buying what I told her.

Yeah, that's why we had to live with our mom.

Our parents got divorced when I was ten, then dad got killed in a car accident when he was going to Wal-Mart to buy food when I was 17.

I'm 21 now.

Why am I not in college?

Well, if I leave this house, I don't know what will happen to Anne and Chris. Plus, I don't have the money and neither does Mom or Mark.

We finally got all of the dishes washed and we put them away.

I walked into the living room where Chris was playing Halo and Anne followed me.

I sat down on the couch and Anne sat next to me.

"Here." I herd Anne say as she pressed something against my arm.

I looked down and saw a Hershey chocolate bar.

I smiled, took it, and broke it in half.

I whiffed the other half of it on Anne's hand and she took it after giving me a questioning look.

I ignored it and took a bit out of my half of the bar as I turned to watch the Halo game.

Nothing much was happening.

Chris was just running around in circle and shooting anyone and everyone that he found.

Then Anne and me started hearing a bumbling noise.

We looked at each other, both knowing what the noise was.

Karen and Mark liked each other a lot.

They did it whenever they had the time and chance to.

It was rather disturbing at night, to say the least.

I patted her knee in reassurance and we turned to watch the game again.

It was about five minutes until Anne spoke up.

"I'm going to get him back." I looked at her quizzically.

"I can't STAND Mark. I don't think that anyone in this room does, not even his own son!"

By this time, Chris got shot and died in the game and upon hearing us talk about his dad and then him, he looked up at us tuning into the conversation.

"I don't even think that any of us like MOM!" Anne said a little louder.

She was going into a rant, I could feel it.

"Anne." I calmly stated.

"What? You and I both know that they suck as parents AND people!" She shot back.

I grabbed both of her shoulders and she got quiet immediately.

I smiled.

"We all know, but, if they hear you, we're both going to get in trouble. Ok?"

She nodded and stayed quiet.

She also looked out for me when she could.

She might have not stopped if I just said that she, alone, would get punished, though, because I said that we both would, she stopped for me.

Chris, who was quiet the whole time, started up his game again and mumbled something.

"Got a problem shorty?" Anne threatened.

Chris was always smaller than my sister and me.

He was always thin and frail too.

It was sometimes hard to think that he would be Mark's heir.

He shot his head back to Anne.

"I said that we've never liked her, even when we first met! I was five, you were eight and Melody was ten! Now look at how old we are and STILL hate them!"

Chris was going to get sent to military school if he didn't get any stronger or smarter, though, I never really understood how just doing what other people tell you to do makes you smarter.

I always thought that it turned you into a robot, but I know that that's not exactly the truth.

It just makes you tougher.

I figured this out when I met my old friend, Evan, when he came back on leave.

Anne looked at him and then smiled.

She's now nineteen and Chris is now sixteen.

I smiled too, but we all stopped smiling at each other when we herd someone coming up the stairs.

There were off beats, so that means that two people were coming up.

Karen and Mark came up the stairs, or, at least halfway up the stairs and stopped at the door.

"We're going to the store. What do we need?" Mark yelled up at us.

"Breakfast foods and soap!" I yelled back.

At this point in my life, I managed everything we needed.

I herd the door open, then close.

Anne and I immediately turned ourselves on the couch and looked out of the window behind the couch.

We watched them get into the car and drive off.

"YES!" We both yelled at the top of our lungs.

Chris died in his game again and covered his ears.

"OW! Not so loud!" He whined back.

"Baby." Anne insulted him.

She, then, ran to her room and got out her stereo and popped a cd in.

"Uh, I'm going to my room now." I stated.

Anne looked up at me.

"Why?" She asked.

"I've never liked your prep music." I said bluntly.

She shrugged and said whatever and started dancing to her music that she turned on when I said that I was leaving.

I started for the hallway that led to my bedroom, when I got to the intersection of the hallway and the stairs that led downstairs.

I paused and looked back towards my siblings.

Anne was dancing away like crazy and Chris was trying to block her out while playing his Halo game again.

I looked back downstairs.

Karen and Mark always had something downstairs that they've never told us about and wanted us to never figure out.

I had tried numerous times to go down there and see what was up when they stopped me from cleaning their room the first time.

They came up with a really poor excuse, so I know that they're hiding something.

I softly walked downstairs so no one would hear me and walked into their room.

Instantly, I had to back off because of the horrible smell of smoke and sex in their room.

'Jesus Christ! Don't these people ever air out their bedroom?'

I complained in my head.

I walked into their room and headed for the room right next to their closet.

It was at first the computer room, and then it had to be the bird room because they had no place else to put them. Now, it was their secret room.

I looked around.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

There was a desk, a couple filing cabinets and some papers.

I started looking through the drawers until something caught my eyes.

Jumper list.

I pulled out the list and started examining it.

1.) David Rice

'Who is he?' I thought, though, I soon found it to be a stupid question because I don't know all of the Jumpers in the world. The next one made my heart stop.

2.) Griffin O'Conner

Just then, the door opened and closed.

"We're home!" I herd Mark yell as I soon heard that the music wasn't playing anymore. 'Oh CRAP!' I thought as I began to freak out. 'I'm trapped!