Chapter 2 P.O.V- Melody
I left them there laughing and went upstairs to my room. Even though I laughed at the funny scene I knew that it still hurt. I secretly wished that I had more memories of them as I looked at the mirror littered with scenes of mine and Jesse's lives. I only had three pictures of them with me that burned down in the house with them. I looked at the memory of when we were at the Fair by the bay. John had let Jesse take me and we had so much fun. We played games and won stuff animals. The picture shows us at the top of the Ferris wheel smiling though shivering from the cold as it was fall.
I noticed that there was a crack in the center. I poked it and noticed that the room started to shake and my books fell to the ground. I stumbled to the door and tried to heave it open but it wouldn't budge. I pulled and pushed at the handle scared of what was happening. I looked back and froze as my mirror started to bleed red all over my pictures. The blood made perfect shaped X's over Jesse's and mine's faces. I cried out as the mirror then imploded the shards imbedding into the walls as though they were nails or toothpicks. I stared as my most favored memories were scattered and stuck to my room's walls.
I faintly heard banging on my door, Jesse rapid questions, John's yells to open the door, Sam's random kicks and screams, and then the tinkling of the lock from the door along with Dean's swears. I backed into the wall as black smoke poured into the room, seeping out from nowhere. I screamed as it took shape of a figure, its black hand and long fingernails extending towards me. Please, help me, anyone! I thought as I cried scared out of my mind. Then there is a loud bang as the door is kicked to the side. Jesse screams while Dean shoots at the figure. It quickly seeps back into the walls and is gone.
"What happened?" I asked myself in shock. Everything that has happened in the past few days comes rushing into my mind. I start to sway and feel dizzy. What is happening to me? I fall to the ground with the last thing I heard was…
P.O.V- Jesse
"What the fuck is going on?" I scream at John. My baby sister was passed out, her room looked like it came from a horror movie, and Dean was holding a very big shotgun. I started to panic thinking that they were psychos. I attempted to stay calm, but the blood and figure was too much. I was angry and I wanted to know what the hell that thing was. I saw John wince and step back a little when he heard my volume.
I started to pick up Melody but was stopped by Sam who did it for me. I looked around the room to see X's on my face. All of my fears came back up from when we were in the hall. I started to shake and leaned on the wall. Tears crept into my eyes, I believed that someone wanted to kill me, that, that thing wanted to kill not only me but Melody and almost got to her. I wanted to scream and cry in terror. Instead I nodded to John to leave me alone. I waited till he left.
I gave in and started to cry, hugging the pillow that was on the bed. I sank down leaning on the wall and breathed in and out trying to calm myself. I had faintly had forgotten that Dean was still hear. I threw the pillow at the mirror frame and hugged myself instead. I jumped a little when Dean picked me up and carried me downstairs. Unconsciously I shivered at his warm hands as he was touching my skin. My shirt had ridden up when I was sitting.
It seems that even at this time I can still remember how warm his kiss was and pretended not to blush at that thought. I was put down on the couch. Again breathe in and out, I thought. What is going on? Why did they seem so ready for anything like that figure? I suddenly thought for a minute that this was a joke that John pulled but I knew I was wrong. They were terrified and worried, they had no idea that this would happen nor would they ever do this to her. I get up and walk to the other couch and sit down putting Mel's head in my lap.
P.O.V- Melody
Flashback…
I was in the car while Jesse ran back to get her purse. I tried to not think of the fire or my parents. I looked out the window and into the alleyway. The shadows seemed to dance around in a rhythmic and alluring way. I trained my eyes as figures come out of the shadows. They were beautiful, they made my eyes widen but only one took my breath away. His features were heightened in an angelic though threatening way. His eyes green, dark with the pain and horrors of his past. Then his hair was raven black, long tied in a pony tail going down his back. He was wearing gothic couture that made him look like he was from the old Victorian ages. I suddenly wished to know his name but I saw them as a threat as well. His eyes connected to mine, a shiver went down my spine, my body waiting for his demand. He smirked as though he knew exactly what he was doing to me and my body. He waved goodbye and turned around walking back into the shadows he came from. His dark and demented supposed friends following behind him.
End Flashback…
I woke up to Jesse singing her older brother's little song that he made for her. I cried and started to shake at the thought of what happened in my room. I wanted to know why it wanted me. Why was Uncle John prepared for something like this? I started to shake harder and to sob. They felt like they were choking me, it was too much, with my parent's death, the beautiful boy, and now the incident in my room. I wanted to scream in agony but that would shock and scare my family. Jesse seemed to notice that I was holding back and started to sing the song again. Her voice was going with my name as being melodious.
"Hush little birdie don't you cry,
One of these days you'll be up high.
Freedom is all that you'll sing,
For it will fill all your being.
Leave all the worry to me,
For I'll never let you be.
I promise to be at your side,
As unchanging as this tide.
So hush little birdie don't you cry,
Cause we'll be flying up so high.
Freedom is all that we'll see,
For it will always be just you and me.
I slowly drifted to sleep…