Where are you? Come out; come out, wherever you are. I heard him say. He's not there, he's not there. Come on Melinda, you know I don't like it when you hide from me like this. Just show yourself. After a few minutes, when there was no response from me, he continued. Look what I got. I looked up, and saw my only family left. No! I screamed. Come on, fight for her. Don't you love her? I let out a little whimper.
"Melinda? Melinda!" Somebody yelled at me, I couldn't form any words, couldn't operate my body right. All I saw in my head was HIM. Somebody started shaking my arm. I turned around and twisted their arm around their back, I was awake now.
"Don't fucking lay a hand on me." I said.
"Melinda, it's me. It's just Tristan. Do you remember me?" Tristan? God, I'm hurting Tristan.
"Tristan?" I said out loud, letting go.
"Yeah, it's just me." He said. "Are you okay?" I looked around the room, and groaned. We were at school. The worst place. HE was here, HE worked here, HE was my teacher, and HE was her father.
"No, I'm going crazy." I said getting up, only to fall back down in my seat. "I can hear him in my head and I have hallucinations."
"That's only normal." He said, I turned around and made my face at something behind him.
"Easy for you to say, you weren't the one that was pregnant at the age of seventeen, and then have to care for her all by yourself. And that beautiful baby's father is the one that used to teach you math. You're not the one who has to look at that teacher for a whole hour knowing what he did to you, what he did to your family. You're not the one that's fighting with that same man because he wants to be a part of his daughter's life. It isn't normal, no matter what to have hallucinations and to hear voices in your head. If I went to a psychiatrist right now, and told then I hear voices; that alone would mean that they would lock me up. I can't get locked up, because guess what? I'm taking care of my year old daughter." I said, getting frustrated. "I have to pick up Alex now." I said, finally looking at him in the eyes. He was hurting. "God, I make a mess out of everything in my life." I muttered under my breath.
"I'm sorry Tristan. It's just hard you know? I know you're doing the best you can. Tristan?" I said, trying to get him to look at me. "Tristan, I love you. Please, don't forget that, okay?"
"I love you too." He said looking me in the eye and smiling. I got up, finally getting my balance. I looked up at Tristan; he was still looking down at me. I gave him a kiss. "Let's go pick up our daughter." I said.
When we were on the road, I started thinking-who doesn't do that? "You know, I've been thinking. You always liked skipping class, right? We're ditching class right now."
"Yeah…I like all that stuff, what's your point?" He asked.
"Well, I was wondering if we-all three of us- could just skip this whole town and go to Washington. My dad lives there, and it feels like I haven't seen him in ages. What do you say?" I asked looking straight ahead, waiting for an explosion, which usually happened when I talked about moving away with Alex's father.
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