Author's note: Yay, some Melinda in this story...it's not too pleasant though...I warn you, this may be too much of a chapter to handle if you are a HUGE Melinda fan...I warned you. :/

When Melinda awoke, she gradually lifted open her eyelids. She could feel pressure being forced upon her. When her eyes had opened fully, everything was hazy. THe room she was in was incredibly dark and the air was stifling. She felt as if she, almost, couldn't breathe. Although she did not move, her eyes danced around the room. There were no windows, no doors, no lights, no colors, no air...no one. She paniced when she heard footsteps. But, she didn't hear them nearby...she heard them...above her! Where was she? She couldn't understand. She tried to get up, but her body wouldn't allow her. Even the slighest movement was impossible, for her entire body had gone numb. She couldn't even lift a pinky or turn her head. She felt a thousand pounds heavy. Eventually, the footsteps disappeared, bcoming graudually softer and softer, until they were no more. Suddenly, a sliver of light shown through from above her. She stared in awe for a moment, then paniced again when the footsteps came back and got louder. As each step got louder, so did the whispers that came from out of nowhere. After a few seconds, the footsteps had stopped, but the voices did not. She tried to listen to the voices, but they were incoherent. The next thing she heard was an incredibly loud creaking. When she heard the creaking, the sliver of light got bigger and bigger. It shown through and startled her retinas. She closed her eyes in shock and reopened them later. The light had dilated her pupils from its outgrown size. When her eyes were adjusted, she could see more of the objects around her. SHe found that she liked it better when it was dark. All she saw was dust and spider webs. In the corner was a built-in, poorly constructed shower. In another corner were the bodies of two people holding hands. Their bodies had already decayed into skeletons. Melinda was disgusted and terrified all at the same time. She could see rope that tied to the ceiling and floor. She noticed her legs were tied, but her arms were not. From abover her, was a door that opened down. She was pretty certain that she was in a cellar. From that door came the shadows of two people. They were the voices and the footsteps that came from above her. She breathed in deep, in fear, and started to choke on the dust floating in the air.

"Don't you think she's been in here long enough?" One man asked.

"Why? Asked the other.

"She's gonna die in here, Jake... that wasn't the plan."

"She's not gonna die. So what--it's a little stuffy in here... but it's not suffocating! Besides, you shouldn't care; this has nothing to do with you."

"Maybe not now... but it becomes my problem, eventually."

"...Get over it!" He whispered.

The man, who was named 'Jake', was walking in front of the other man. The man behind him wasled in with a plate that had a sandwich on it. He set it down on the floor, away from Melinda. 'Jake' walked over to Melinda and picked up her limp, numb body. The other man followed quickly behind, and placed her wrists inside the loops of the rope that hung from the ceiling. He refastened the ropes, making sure they were tight--both on her ankles and wrists. Melinda's head drooped down, as she hung there. Melinda opened her mouth to talk, but couldn't.

"Oh, relax... it's not what you think...it's mayonnaise." The man, 'Jake', said joking around.

"Dude, shut up." Said the other man.

'Jake' walked over to the other man and grabbed his shirt. "Why?" He said, violently. "I'm just havin' a little fun, Stevie." He said, changing his demeanor.

'Jake' let go of 'Stevie's shirt and walked back over to Melinda. He lifted her head with his middle finger and looked at her in the eyes.

"My, how beautiful you are." He chuckled to himself as he carressed Melinda. Examing her, he noticed the wedding ring on Melinda's finger.

"Oh... what do we have here?" He said, lifting her finger.

He played with the ring for a moment, before yanking it off of her finger. He held it up to the light from upstairs and examined it.

"Cheap glass, I'm guessing...think it's worth much, Steven?"

"How should I know?" He said with an attitude.

Melinda felt she could move a little bit. She, just barely, stretched out her arm to reach for her wedding ring. 'Jake' didn't notice her physical movement and turned around from Melinda. He threw the ring to Steven who, just barely, caught it. Steven stood there a moment, confused.

"Sell it..." 'Jake' said to Steven, "... She won't be needing it again." He laughed.

Steven, reluctantly, did what he was asked and walked back upstairs. Melinda's eyes motioned back over to the lovesick skeletons and 'Jake' chuckled in surprise.

"I take it you've met Derek and Heidi... yeah... it didn't work out between us... I guess you cold say we had... 'creative differences'." He chuckled again. "They saw themselves as alive..." He looked back at Melinda. "...And I... saw them dead." He began walking away. "But enough about that... tell me about you." He said, smiling mirthlessly.

Melinda said nothing.

'Jake' turned back around to Melinda. She was not happy(obviously). He walked back over to her slowly and lifted her head again.

"Aww... cat got your tongue?" He laughed. "That's fine... don't talk to me. I don't care... just promise me that you'll moan when I ask you to." He laughed, hysterically. ''You know... you don't really have to tell me anything... I know plenty about you." He cleared his throat. "Melinda Irene Gordon, 33. Married to James Alden Clancy, 35. You were born January 27th, 1979 to Beth Karen Gordon, maiden name Ewards, an Paul Tames Eastmen. Your mother was married to Thomas Hector Gordon, shortly after your father was incarcerated for the murder of ten-year-old Michael Wilkins. He was innocent, of course. Both Tom and Paul are currently deceased and your mother works at a flower shop in Hamilton, although she use to be a nurse. You married your husband Semptember 23, 2005. Your husband is a paramedic stationed for Driscoll county. His father, Aiden James Clancy, is currently deceased and his mother, Faith Belle Clancy, Maiden name Stuart, is unemployed and lives quite a few miles away in Weston. August 12, four years ago, you delivered two healthy baby boys. John Alexander Clancy, and Kyle Benjamin Clancy. Your sons play soccer and are currently enrolled at Springton for preschoolers, altough they are, at least, at a fifth grade level. John is abit of a back talker and Kyle has Asthma. They both learned sign language from you and your husband last year and very fluent in it. You own your own business in Grandview... 'Same As It Never Was'. And... you talk to ghosts... Did I miss something?" He said, pacing the room.

Melinda was astonished and freaked out all at the same times. She was starting to get really scared.

"Oh, I did miss something... your mother and grandmother can see them too. Your mother pushes her gift away, while you embrace it. Your grandmother, however, died when you were a teenager and you've been an outcast ever since. It's a shame...MaryAnn... couldn't be here for you now. She was the only one that loved you. I don't even think your husband and kids give a damn that you're missing."

Melinda attacked him in anger and he jumped back.

"Oh... we can't have that." He walked over to a table and picked up a syringe. "It's time for your daily dose of Vitamin H... Mel'." He laughed. He injected her with the liquid inside the syringe. Several seconds later, her body went numb again. He put the syringe down. "Now just relax... this won't take long."

When her vision began to fade, she could feel 'Jake's hands at her pelvis and he felt him unbuttoning her pants. She knew what he was getting ready to do...but she was just glad that she would pass out before it happened.

Author's note: I warned you... don't ask me what 'vitamin H' is... you'll find out later. :0