Melody
By
Mauryn
My name is Melody. I am eleven years old. My Mom and Dad are Mark and Nell. He is a construction worker. She is a waitress. Dad is big with nice blue eyes and no hair. Mom is small, skinny, and blond. She has freckles on her nose, just like me.
We lived in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood in Boston.
But we don't live there anymore.
They both died. The aliens killed them. I saw them die right in front of me.
But they didn't kill me. They let me live. They took me and they harnessed me, and now I work for them. I work all day, they let me sleep at night, and they take care of me.
I am there child now.
My memories of being human fade each day. Even the sadness is going away.
My name is what? I can't remember.
Oh, yes, Melody. My Name is, was, Melody. Mom and dad were called, um, were called…
I can't remember anymore, and guess it doesn't matter much anyway.
I am their child now. They take care of me, and I take care of them. And there is no one to rescue me
But why would I need to be rescued?
End