"To Ever Fall in Love"
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
CHAPTER 6: Off the Edge
"Whoa, dearie, hold up." Her mom sneered as Melody walked in the doorway. "What?" Melody asked, sliding her shoes off on the entry carpet. Mrs.Wicoff stared out the window, watching Freddie get smaller and smaller down the street.
"What?" Melody repeated, glancing at Freddie.
"Who was that?" Mrs.Wicoff asked, lumbering towards the living room couch.
"Just a boy. We're just friends, mum. Don't worry..."
"Don't worry? That's the same exact thing your brother had said when he first met a young lady who became his girlfriend sooner or later." Mrs.Wicoff let out a tired but frustrated sigh. "I shall worry. Don't you two fall in love, you hear me?"
Melody glared at her mother and then started up the stairs to her room.
"You understand?" Mrs.Wicoff shouted up the stairs.
"Whatever, mum."
Melody trudged to down the dark and quiet hall to her room. She opened the cold doorknob and entered her room. It was, too, quiet and dark. The kiss was still on her mind. It was making her feel strange, weird...loved. She shuddered at the thought and plopped down on her bed.
Then she heard someone's footsteps walking towards her mom's room. It was her mother, probably, so Melody ignored it. And then a door shut. It was her mom. Of course.
Melody lay on her bed, staring up at the white ceiling. Everything was silent. Quiet. It was a creepy silence. The one that kind of silence that seemed deadly. The brunette 14 year-old sat up in her bed. Her eyes shot towards her room's door, staring out into the blending darkness. Then her mom walked in.
Melody jumped at the abrupt appearance.
"Your dinner is cold...sitting on the table...eat before you grow starving." Mrs.Wicoff mumbled, half asleep. She was standing, with eyes partly closed. But she was staring out Melody's window.
"Mum...you're sleep walking again," Melody stated. She got off her bed and headed towards her mother, but she began talking again.
"JOHN, go eat your dinner." There was a pause as if someone else was talking to her, then she continued. "Don't starve yourself just because you're away from your dearest girly." Another pause. "NO, John, go eat."
Melody was mortified. Almost afraid to wake her mom. 'Oh no,' Mel thought, 'she's dreaming about John...' Now, the young lady was almost in tears. Her mom continued. This time, it was as if it were the next day.
"Why didn't you eat yesterday? You'll get a girl sooner or later." Long pause. "DON'T EVER TELL ANYONE YOU LOVE THEM!" Mrs.Wicoff was now facing Melody, as if she were John. Once again, Mel froze in her spot and closed her eyes. Then her mom smacked her.
Melody gasped and jumped back from her mother. Just then her mom's eyes fully widened and stared at Melody. And she wasn't sleeping now.
"MOM, you bitch." Melody screamed as she rubbed her red cheek. Her mother didn't reply, but looked sulky and was turning a white-pale. Her eyes were dark and her lips a dark purple. "Mom..." Melody waved her hands in front of Mrs.Wicoff. No reaction.
"Mum, are you awake?" Melody soon grew curious. The two females stared at each other for a long time. Then Mrs.Wicoff's eye shut suddenly and she fell to the floor. Melody, quick in action, got down on her knees and checked her mother's neck for a pulse. There was a pulse, but it was at a very slow rate and getting slower by the minute.
"SHIT!" Melody heaved her mum up on her bed and ran towards the phone in the corner of her room. She picked it up and dialed 9-1-1.
It rang 2 times before someone answered.
"Hello?" Asked the person on the other line.
"Hello? Oh god, my mom was sleep walking. And then she was mumbling to herself. And then she stopped and like woke up but was silent and then she " Melody shouted into the phone, her voice in panic.
"Oh dear, hunny. Who is this?"
"Umm...my name?"
"Yes, your name."
At that second Melody had to think about her name.
"My name, is..." She cursed to herself. "UGH, it's Melody Wicoff. And my mom is Emily Wicoff."
"And where do you live?"
"Ummm...damnit!" She had to then think of where she lived. "We live at 7225 Hickory Drive in Horace Green...yeah."
"Okay, an ambulance will be over in 5 minutes."
"JUST HURRY!"
And with that, Melody slammed the phone down on the receiver and rushed over to her mother's side. "It's will be okay, mum." Melody said as she held back burning tears.
The ambulance arrived at 7225 Hickory Drive five minutes late. Everything was hectic at that time. Melody wasn't crying, but shaking rapidly and went a ghostly pale. And her mother was literally in a deep sleep, lying on her bed. And the ambulance people were the only ones who seemed to be able to control and act like themselves.
And in less than 20 minutes, Melody was sitting in a green plastic chair in the waiting room...her butt going numb.
"Melody Wicoff?" A stern, young man's voice called to a brunette girl. Melody looked up from the ground, her eyes dark and tired from not sleeping. It was Dr.Smith, the Wicoff's family doctor. He was carrying a clipboard with him and a pen. And there was no expression on his face.
"Is mum okay?" Melody asked, immediately standing up.
He stared and said nothing.
"Well?" Melody groaned.
"You're mother had a heart attack..."
"What the fuck! She's only 40-something. How could she have a damn heart attack at such a young age?"
"Let me continue," Dr.Smith said calmly. He offered her a seat.
"I'd rather stand, sir, thanks anyways."
"Okay then." The gray-haired man heaved in a deep sigh and continued. "When you arrived one of the nurse asked you a few questions. Right?"
"Erm, yeah. About what she was doing before she...eh, fell."
"Right. And you said she was..."
Melody finished his sentence, "Acting as if she were talking to John. I know. He's dead. And right before that she told me not to fall in love like mum and John did. I said yeah, sure, whatever. And then went to my room. Then she went to bed...and starting sleep talking and was standing in my doorway. Then she frickin' smacked me."
"Yes, yes, yes. I know, Melody. But she was having a nightmare, you see. She was shouting and screaming at what seemed like your brother in her dream...eh, nightmare. But she was struggling, too, because she had also saw John's suicide days later. So, in shock, she just had a fatal heart attack."
Melody was confused. And it was all too much for her to take.
"She's not dead, though." The doctor added sympathetically.
The 14 year-old sat back down and rested her head in her hands. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself. She heard the doctor walk away silently. And then everything around her seemed to follow the tune she was humming.
"If we're goin' no where ⢠And we sing ⢠If it's not enough ⢠Sing without a reason ⢠To ever fall— in love." Melody was now mumbling the words to herself and heard a guitar going along with her. She didn't dare to look up and thought it was all her imagination. So she continued to say those lyrics over and over again. And when she stopped singing, the guitar rhythm continued. She looked up and saw Zack Moonyham with his guitar, smiling at her. Behind him were the rest of the band members.
Mel glanced up at the hospital clock that hung up on one of the bright white walls. It read 3:34 A.M. Then she looked back over the group teens staring at her. What was she suppose to do? How did they all find out? Why were they even there? Questions buzzed in Melody's head like a rapid bee. Dewie was the first to speak.
"Alex heard the ambulance down the road from her house. So she went to check it out and saw it was at your house. She called all of us and we tried real hard to get here. What happened?" Dewie was talking fast, and trying to comfort Melody. But she was uncomfortable. So her response was a shrug.
"What do you mean you dunno?" Alex asked harshly. Everyone seemed tired and grumpy, but a little happy to see Mel not crying.
"I mean 'I dunno.' Cuz I really dunno what happened, people. My mom just collapsed. Heart attack the doctor said. Dun care." Melody grumbled, sitting back on once of the hard plastic chairs.
There was silence. And then everyone else decided to take a seat and snooze for a few moments.
On the other hand Melody felt uneasy around everyone. Yes, they cared about her. But why would they care about what happened to her mom? Here Melody was, scared half to death because her mother was three-fourths dead, and she couldn't do anything. Sitting in a green, hospital chair was getting irritating. Plus, she felt concealed in a box. So she decided to leave the hospital and stand outside for awhile.
Melody made her way out of the white, eerie building. The night air was crisp, but warm and breezy. The large moon was full and shown down on the earth with light. Mel sat down on a wooden bench. "Better than plastic," she mumbled to herself. She stayed out there for a while. Just staring up at the moon quietly. She felt like a terrible wretch, but couldn't cry or do anything about it.
Then someone took a seat next to her. She didn't bother to look over at him or her. Didn't really matter right now. Then she felt a warm, gentle hand rub over her bare arms. She shivered and suddenly knew it was Freddie. Melody turned her head stiffly to look at the punk.
"Why are you caressing my arm, Spiky?" She asked coldly.
"Your skin is freezing cold. I'm making heat." He replied. She snorted.
"You're such a lover boy, you know that. First you call me punk ass. Then you save my life. Then you kiss me. And you're trying to 'heat me up.'" Melody grinned mischievously and pushed his hand away. He frowned.
"I'm not falling in love," He stated. Melody grew silent and her grin disappeared. She stared back out into the darkness.
"I never said you were."
Freddie lifted his hand and tilted Melody's chin so she was looking at her. This time she didn't do anything besides blink.
"What happened before you moved here?" The blonde boy asked. And then he pulled his hand away to let her talk. And she did. Mel told him all about her parents fighting and her brother's death. And how her mom was strict about love. And what had happened that night.
Freddie tried to absorb this much information. And he did in a time's worth.
"So, you're almost on your own now?"
"I'm so close I can almost feel as if I'm falling off the edge."
Me and my DRAAAMA. Har har har. Love ya'll reviewerererers. :- Bridgette
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
CHAPTER 6: Off the Edge
"Whoa, dearie, hold up." Her mom sneered as Melody walked in the doorway. "What?" Melody asked, sliding her shoes off on the entry carpet. Mrs.Wicoff stared out the window, watching Freddie get smaller and smaller down the street.
"What?" Melody repeated, glancing at Freddie.
"Who was that?" Mrs.Wicoff asked, lumbering towards the living room couch.
"Just a boy. We're just friends, mum. Don't worry..."
"Don't worry? That's the same exact thing your brother had said when he first met a young lady who became his girlfriend sooner or later." Mrs.Wicoff let out a tired but frustrated sigh. "I shall worry. Don't you two fall in love, you hear me?"
Melody glared at her mother and then started up the stairs to her room.
"You understand?" Mrs.Wicoff shouted up the stairs.
"Whatever, mum."
Melody trudged to down the dark and quiet hall to her room. She opened the cold doorknob and entered her room. It was, too, quiet and dark. The kiss was still on her mind. It was making her feel strange, weird...loved. She shuddered at the thought and plopped down on her bed.
Then she heard someone's footsteps walking towards her mom's room. It was her mother, probably, so Melody ignored it. And then a door shut. It was her mom. Of course.
Melody lay on her bed, staring up at the white ceiling. Everything was silent. Quiet. It was a creepy silence. The one that kind of silence that seemed deadly. The brunette 14 year-old sat up in her bed. Her eyes shot towards her room's door, staring out into the blending darkness. Then her mom walked in.
Melody jumped at the abrupt appearance.
"Your dinner is cold...sitting on the table...eat before you grow starving." Mrs.Wicoff mumbled, half asleep. She was standing, with eyes partly closed. But she was staring out Melody's window.
"Mum...you're sleep walking again," Melody stated. She got off her bed and headed towards her mother, but she began talking again.
"JOHN, go eat your dinner." There was a pause as if someone else was talking to her, then she continued. "Don't starve yourself just because you're away from your dearest girly." Another pause. "NO, John, go eat."
Melody was mortified. Almost afraid to wake her mom. 'Oh no,' Mel thought, 'she's dreaming about John...' Now, the young lady was almost in tears. Her mom continued. This time, it was as if it were the next day.
"Why didn't you eat yesterday? You'll get a girl sooner or later." Long pause. "DON'T EVER TELL ANYONE YOU LOVE THEM!" Mrs.Wicoff was now facing Melody, as if she were John. Once again, Mel froze in her spot and closed her eyes. Then her mom smacked her.
Melody gasped and jumped back from her mother. Just then her mom's eyes fully widened and stared at Melody. And she wasn't sleeping now.
"MOM, you bitch." Melody screamed as she rubbed her red cheek. Her mother didn't reply, but looked sulky and was turning a white-pale. Her eyes were dark and her lips a dark purple. "Mom..." Melody waved her hands in front of Mrs.Wicoff. No reaction.
"Mum, are you awake?" Melody soon grew curious. The two females stared at each other for a long time. Then Mrs.Wicoff's eye shut suddenly and she fell to the floor. Melody, quick in action, got down on her knees and checked her mother's neck for a pulse. There was a pulse, but it was at a very slow rate and getting slower by the minute.
"SHIT!" Melody heaved her mum up on her bed and ran towards the phone in the corner of her room. She picked it up and dialed 9-1-1.
It rang 2 times before someone answered.
"Hello?" Asked the person on the other line.
"Hello? Oh god, my mom was sleep walking. And then she was mumbling to herself. And then she stopped and like woke up but was silent and then she " Melody shouted into the phone, her voice in panic.
"Oh dear, hunny. Who is this?"
"Umm...my name?"
"Yes, your name."
At that second Melody had to think about her name.
"My name, is..." She cursed to herself. "UGH, it's Melody Wicoff. And my mom is Emily Wicoff."
"And where do you live?"
"Ummm...damnit!" She had to then think of where she lived. "We live at 7225 Hickory Drive in Horace Green...yeah."
"Okay, an ambulance will be over in 5 minutes."
"JUST HURRY!"
And with that, Melody slammed the phone down on the receiver and rushed over to her mother's side. "It's will be okay, mum." Melody said as she held back burning tears.
The ambulance arrived at 7225 Hickory Drive five minutes late. Everything was hectic at that time. Melody wasn't crying, but shaking rapidly and went a ghostly pale. And her mother was literally in a deep sleep, lying on her bed. And the ambulance people were the only ones who seemed to be able to control and act like themselves.
And in less than 20 minutes, Melody was sitting in a green plastic chair in the waiting room...her butt going numb.
"Melody Wicoff?" A stern, young man's voice called to a brunette girl. Melody looked up from the ground, her eyes dark and tired from not sleeping. It was Dr.Smith, the Wicoff's family doctor. He was carrying a clipboard with him and a pen. And there was no expression on his face.
"Is mum okay?" Melody asked, immediately standing up.
He stared and said nothing.
"Well?" Melody groaned.
"You're mother had a heart attack..."
"What the fuck! She's only 40-something. How could she have a damn heart attack at such a young age?"
"Let me continue," Dr.Smith said calmly. He offered her a seat.
"I'd rather stand, sir, thanks anyways."
"Okay then." The gray-haired man heaved in a deep sigh and continued. "When you arrived one of the nurse asked you a few questions. Right?"
"Erm, yeah. About what she was doing before she...eh, fell."
"Right. And you said she was..."
Melody finished his sentence, "Acting as if she were talking to John. I know. He's dead. And right before that she told me not to fall in love like mum and John did. I said yeah, sure, whatever. And then went to my room. Then she went to bed...and starting sleep talking and was standing in my doorway. Then she frickin' smacked me."
"Yes, yes, yes. I know, Melody. But she was having a nightmare, you see. She was shouting and screaming at what seemed like your brother in her dream...eh, nightmare. But she was struggling, too, because she had also saw John's suicide days later. So, in shock, she just had a fatal heart attack."
Melody was confused. And it was all too much for her to take.
"She's not dead, though." The doctor added sympathetically.
The 14 year-old sat back down and rested her head in her hands. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself. She heard the doctor walk away silently. And then everything around her seemed to follow the tune she was humming.
"If we're goin' no where ⢠And we sing ⢠If it's not enough ⢠Sing without a reason ⢠To ever fall— in love." Melody was now mumbling the words to herself and heard a guitar going along with her. She didn't dare to look up and thought it was all her imagination. So she continued to say those lyrics over and over again. And when she stopped singing, the guitar rhythm continued. She looked up and saw Zack Moonyham with his guitar, smiling at her. Behind him were the rest of the band members.
Mel glanced up at the hospital clock that hung up on one of the bright white walls. It read 3:34 A.M. Then she looked back over the group teens staring at her. What was she suppose to do? How did they all find out? Why were they even there? Questions buzzed in Melody's head like a rapid bee. Dewie was the first to speak.
"Alex heard the ambulance down the road from her house. So she went to check it out and saw it was at your house. She called all of us and we tried real hard to get here. What happened?" Dewie was talking fast, and trying to comfort Melody. But she was uncomfortable. So her response was a shrug.
"What do you mean you dunno?" Alex asked harshly. Everyone seemed tired and grumpy, but a little happy to see Mel not crying.
"I mean 'I dunno.' Cuz I really dunno what happened, people. My mom just collapsed. Heart attack the doctor said. Dun care." Melody grumbled, sitting back on once of the hard plastic chairs.
There was silence. And then everyone else decided to take a seat and snooze for a few moments.
On the other hand Melody felt uneasy around everyone. Yes, they cared about her. But why would they care about what happened to her mom? Here Melody was, scared half to death because her mother was three-fourths dead, and she couldn't do anything. Sitting in a green, hospital chair was getting irritating. Plus, she felt concealed in a box. So she decided to leave the hospital and stand outside for awhile.
Melody made her way out of the white, eerie building. The night air was crisp, but warm and breezy. The large moon was full and shown down on the earth with light. Mel sat down on a wooden bench. "Better than plastic," she mumbled to herself. She stayed out there for a while. Just staring up at the moon quietly. She felt like a terrible wretch, but couldn't cry or do anything about it.
Then someone took a seat next to her. She didn't bother to look over at him or her. Didn't really matter right now. Then she felt a warm, gentle hand rub over her bare arms. She shivered and suddenly knew it was Freddie. Melody turned her head stiffly to look at the punk.
"Why are you caressing my arm, Spiky?" She asked coldly.
"Your skin is freezing cold. I'm making heat." He replied. She snorted.
"You're such a lover boy, you know that. First you call me punk ass. Then you save my life. Then you kiss me. And you're trying to 'heat me up.'" Melody grinned mischievously and pushed his hand away. He frowned.
"I'm not falling in love," He stated. Melody grew silent and her grin disappeared. She stared back out into the darkness.
"I never said you were."
Freddie lifted his hand and tilted Melody's chin so she was looking at her. This time she didn't do anything besides blink.
"What happened before you moved here?" The blonde boy asked. And then he pulled his hand away to let her talk. And she did. Mel told him all about her parents fighting and her brother's death. And how her mom was strict about love. And what had happened that night.
Freddie tried to absorb this much information. And he did in a time's worth.
"So, you're almost on your own now?"
"I'm so close I can almost feel as if I'm falling off the edge."
Me and my DRAAAMA. Har har har. Love ya'll reviewerererers. :- Bridgette