The moment, I saw my parents final breath escape their bodies, I went numb. My heart sank and my stomach became sick, I remember that moment so clearly. That was the last moment I saw my parents. I never went to their funeral, for me, it was too painful. My memory of my parents exists now, pictures and in stories. I miss you mom and dad.
I looked over the page I had just filled in my diary. I smiled as a tear streamed down my face. I wrote in my diary when I needed an escape. When I read my thoughts on paper I was able to think through them better, I was able to reason with myself. Sometimes that wasn't enough. I went through a period of time when I couldn't feel. I would never get mad, never sad, and I was never happy. I was emotionless. I found a way to fix that.
"Meliss…fifteen minutes and we're leaving," I heard Soda yelling. I had to get ready for school. I put on a pair of old jean capris, one of Sodas wife-beaters, and green sweater. I went into the bathroom and put my medium length brown hair into a pony tail. I walked into the kitchen.
"Eat something, Mel…" Darry said, shoving a glass of orange juice into my hand.
"Yeah, have some chocolate cake and here's a beer…it'll get you goin' real good." Two-Bit laughed.
I couldn't help but giggle at Two-Bits jokes, as dumb as some of them were, that kid was hilarious.
"Yah, give a girl a coupla' beers and she'll be all over ya', ain't that right, Two Bit," Steve laughed.
I smirked at Steve. "You got that right," I said quietly, under my breath.
Darry turned to me and shot me a warning glance. I just gave him a sweet smile.
I drank up my orange juice and grabbed my books. "I'm ready to go to," I said to whoever was listening, really.
"Pony is still in the shower and Mr. Sodapop is still is greasin' his hair," Steve said.
I sighed and sat down, "Fifteen minutes and we're leaving," I said, mocking Soda. I swear he couldn't be on time if his life depended on it.
"Don't forget you have to work tonight," Darry said, in a warning tone.
"Yah, I know." I said.
"Well, the last time you had to work, I got a call from your boss saying that you never showed up," Darry scolded. "Soda and Steve said they didn't even know where you were…"
"Well, don't worry about it, I'm going in tonight." I said. I worked at the DX with Soda and Steve. Soda usually worked 11-6, Steve and I worked 3-6.
It was money, and it was fun because it was usually just Soda, Steve and I working and I got to work on nice cars.
I looked at Steve and Two-Bit who knew exactly why I wasn't at work last time. I slightly blushed a little bit. But I didn't care, because I was proud of my reputation. It was a feeling. I loved feeling like people knew me and I loved feeling like I was wanted.
Yes, im aware you all may be a bit confused, but it will all tie in later. Please review. :)