This is where I hoped to make things a bit better and where I decided to leave off until I can update later.
~Fairylust~
"Mel?" Glenda's gentle voice called to him from where she stood in the doorway. Mel noted that he would close it the next time he decided to cry silently alone. "Mel are you okay? Did the older kids beat you up, too?"
"…."
"Mel? Are you crying?"
"…."
"There is a package for you."
"…."
"I'll just leave it here for you, then."
"…."
"Bye."
He sniffled after a moment, and then he got up and went over to Cabal's bed where the package was left. He grabbed it, closed the door, locked it, and headed back over to his bed. The package was wrapped in black paper. He ran his fingers over the paper. He knew who had wrapped it. He'd seen this precise wrapping style several other times. A ghost of a smile crept onto his face as he opened it to find a rosary, which was wrapped in a white cloth. It was his papa's he just knew it. Mel put it on and marveled at how beautiful it was. Feeling a bit better he tossed the box to the floor and curled up under the covers again. This time he fell into a deep sleep. His dreams were very pleasant.
Cabal felt real bad for what he had said to Mel.
He knew that the blonde was just trying to help. It wasn't his fault he had to go to the hospital. Cabal sighed as he realized that he might have lost the only true friend he had in the entire world. That thought made him want to vomit. It just made him feel so sick. He headed for their room hoping Mel would accept his apology. He stopped immediately outside of their dorm room door when he heard muffled speaking from inside. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He bit his lip worried. What if Mel was hurt? What if he was being hurt? He gave the door a tentative knock and to his surprise Mel answered almost immediately.
"Oh, hi, Cabal."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I heard you talking through the door."
"Oh," Mel said blinking without an expression, "it wasn't anything you'd care about."
"No, I do care, Mel! I'm sorry for being a regal jerkface, but who were you talking to?"
"God."
"God?" Cabal echoed.
"Yeah." Mel replied, as he was given a confused stare, but he just nodded. "I was praying to Him."
"Which God?"
"My God."
Cabal fixed him with a blank stare.
"I'm Catholic!" he snapped. "I was praying to my God and I am Catholic, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, but why?"
"Because I had to. I forgive you. I'm going to go to bed." He said shortly stomping off across the room and crawling into bed. Stupid Cabal. He thought angrily. He was angry with everyone, well, almost everyone. He just tried to be nice to people, so there was no need for them to make him feel bad. Especially not his supposed 'friends' but Cabal did seem genuinely concerned and sorry, so Mel forgave him, but wasn't sure if he could forgive anybody else. He still wanted to be Far's friend and he still kinda, sorta, maybe just a bit liked Nel, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to be her friend at all.
She was cold.
What did his papa used to call girls like her?
Oh yeah, she was an ice queen.
He bolted upright instantaneously when he felt someone beside him suddenly. He looked to see Cabal was beside him. He gave him a look of confusion. "What?" Cabal scoffed as he got beneath the covers. "You slept with me yesterday, so I should have a right to sleep with you now." He said as he yawned. "It's only six in the afternoon, you know, but whatever you want. Night."
"Night." Mel said quietly. He closed his eyes, but when he opened them he nearly screamed. Right above him, sitting on his chest was Far, who seemed to be a rather creepy sight to wake to. Mel felt his breath as it was caught in his throat. He finally collected all of his nerves and exhaled silently, shakily. He gazed at Cabal from the corner of his eye and saw that he was sound asleep. Mel let his body become rather relaxed and he practically felt his muscles as they un-tensed. Far didn't seem to have noticed he had frightened Mel and just watched him in silence, still managing to creep Mel out more than anything else in the world at the moment.
"What do you want, Far?"
"I can't sleep."
"You can't sleep?"
"It's bedtime and I can't sleep."
"Bedtime?"
Far nodded.
Mel glanced over to the clock, which hung just above the door, it was a cat clock, which meant it was in the shape of a small, black cat, but without a tail and the middle part was the clock. Anyway, the cat clock read eight o' clock. He had been asleep for two or so hours give or take. Knowing that simple fact made him feel less upset about being woken up. And he was still very sleepy, so he yawned and patted the empty space beside him. Far nodded accepting the invitation. Mel felt a bit bad for him, since he was having trouble sleeping. He was once four, as well.
And he remembered how angry he'd get if he didn't get an adequate amount of sleep. He feared what would happen if someone like Far was angry, really, really angry.
He snuggled up against Mel making the blonde feel a bit uncomfortable. He was being forced into the middle by his two best friends who wanted to sleep with him in a one-person bed that wasn't big enough for all of them, but Mel decided that if they were happy, then he could be happy too. As long as they didn't throw him out of bed, that is.
Mel was actually contented.
