Chapter 4: Please Wake Up
October 19, 1998
Things have gotten worse for me since the accidents with the dolls occurred. Not only did I notice the small changes happening in the attic room. But I had this odd sense that my feelings were being replaced with someone else's feelings. In other words, these feelings were not my own. It was sort of hard to explain towards my parents whenever they asked if I was okay. But I do recall telling them that I felt like my hands and feet were being tied up by some sort of hard wire whenever I went to bed.
Neither of parents believed me. They told me that these feelings of mine were reversible and that they would disappear over a few days. But these strange sensations I had never did.
In fact, there were a few times where my body felt like it was being suffocated due to lack of oxygen. My eyes would close from the pain as I prayed to the person from up above to not let me die.
It had gotten so severe that Austin and Trish had witnessed my body fainting from time to time. These strange body reactions were rare but came whenever they pleased. The hardest part of the situation was that no one really knew what was wrong with me. During that time Austin and Trish's parents decided it would be best if they didn't come over. I was pretty much being isolated from my friends like I was some sort of freak.
According to my childhood best friends, their parents' thought I was coming down with something, and they didn't want their healthy children to catch the symptoms. And so when my parents heard about my situation, they decided to call up our doctor and asked him to come over. The lovely man agreed to go over towards our house and hoped that he could find what was wrong with me.
A dark skin tone gentleman came within the couple of hours and did his ritual checkup. The man found nothing wrong with me and that gave him some concern but he didn't show it. Instead he looked over at my parents before hearing his analysis.
"Well your daughter Allyson is a one healthy girl." He stated in a serious tone.
My mother looked bewildered from his statement before asking. "Doctor are you sure?"
My doctor nodded his oval shape head yes as he added on, "Mr. and Mrs. Dawson I am positive. However may I make a suggestion?"
Immediately my mother stated back, "Of Course Doctor!"
"The way you two talked about her symptoms… it looks like she has a dehydration problem. And if that is that case then this little one just needs a lot of rest and needs to drink lots of fluids."
My mother nodded in an understanding gesture meanwhile my father's concerned brown eyes made their way at towards my direction with fear written upon his face. My tired brown eyes just looked at him without emotion. I remember still being upset at my father for his last reaction and so I just kept to myself. It took a few more seconds of their conversation to go on before finding myself going into deep slumber.
"You don't hear me when I say, "Mom, please wake up. Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis". – Melanie Martinez
A few seconds passed by before finding my drowsy eyes opening up again. This time my vision doesn't see the red colored walls of my bedroom. Instead they came face to face with some sort of old fashion floral wallpapered walls. My mind could recognize this room as the living room but my mind couldn't remember from where.
The living room had an old-fashioned television with antennas, a low rectangular table with a complete tea set and queen lounge bed-chair in a burgundy red color. My mouth went wide open when my eyes caught sight of a sleeping woman with red curly hair. Her body was facing up meanwhile her face was streaked with wet tears. My brown eyes remember taking a good look at the woman, and noticed that she was wearing a one piece light pink evening dress with a pencil skirt bottom. The woman's right arm was on top of her slim body meanwhile the long sleeve of the woman's left arm extended down towards the floor.
Slowly my body walked closer towards the woman's direction before seeing her young face. It was someone I could recognize. But I wasn't sure if it was just because of the red slanted-crown hat that she wore over her head. Whoever she was, I couldn't help but feel pity for her.
My eyes analyzed the woman's face before finding my eyes wondering down towards her left arm. There on the inside of her arm wrist was a black and white polka-dotted bow. I remember having them followed down this arm and ended up looking at an empty wine bottle. The tinted glass was hanging on a thread between the woman's grasp and the carpet floor and this sight sickened me. It was a horrific scene to witness for a seven year old, but I had no other choice but to continue to watch her.
"Mom please wake up!" My lips stated in a soft tone.
The woman doesn't stir for the moment.
"FOR FUCKEN SAKES! PLEASE WAKE UP!" I shout in a loud tone.
This time the woman wakes up from her slumber. She lets out a mummer from her lips before hearing my voice again.
"Dad will be here soon and he will be pissed if he found you drunk again!"
This time the woman's heavy eyelids open up. In an instant my eyes came in contact with her hazel light brown colored eyes. The woman scrunches up forehead for a second before seeing her hand let go of the wine bottle. The bottle hit floor before seeing it just rolled halfway through the living room.
"Shut up you piece of shit! You are giving me a fucken headache." The woman stated back in a drunken tone.
My two feet shifted from right to left before feeling some sort of material touching my legs. My eyes wanted to look down at my appearance but I couldn't. Instead my innocent eyes stayed on the woman in front of me.
This lack of control caused me to freak out and soon I felt my heart rapidly speeding up.
"Mom, Please. Dad said he will be here tonight."
The woman lets of a grunt as her fragile body got up from the sofa. Slowly she waltzes her way towards my direction.
"Why would Erin being coming? I bet he is happy being with that slut of his. And I should have shipped you off with the orphans in Blueberry Avenue when your father's friend told me too. You are just a waste of space in this family." She states towards me in a stern tone before moving away.
My body stands tall as I state back in calmly tone, "You don't mean that mother. Besides Dickson needs me!"
The woman rolls her eyes in annoyance before stating back." My son needs a shrink. Not some whiney baby!"
"Why do you drink if you know that it won't bring dad home?"
The woman stops her sudden movements from my sudden statement. Instantly her head turns to look at me with a dangerous expression upon her face. My eyes stayed glued on the woman before feeling her hand come in contact with my face. Smack went the sound as her hand comes in contact with my face. The woman gives me a devious smile from her actions before seeing the pain inside my brown eyes. My jaw clenches from the reaction as my hand slowly form into fists.
"Aw poor little Melanie Misses her father. How pathetic!"
The woman spats out towards me before seeing her hand about to rise up again. This time my body moves back in defense mode and the woman just laughs at my reaction.
"No! I just wish you could help us become that perfect family again." I state back in fearful tone.
The woman sobers up from my statement before thinking of an answer.
For a moment I thought she was going to ignore my comment and walk away. But her next actions proved me wrong.
Instantly my eyes saw her left hand go straight towards my stomach. A horrified face expression comes over my face from the sudden impacted before letting out a gasp. The woman lets out another chuckle from my reaction before seeing her stare at me with determination.
My body took a deep breath in and was about to get my breathing back to normal when her right heel stabbed my left foot.
The sudden pain shoots thought my body and soon I let out a cry of mercy. A smirk of a smile appears upon the woman's face from hearing my response. Meanwhile my body tries to remove my foot from her grasp. From my sudden movement, the woman decides to put more pressure on my foot before feeling her left foot hitting the back of my knees. This action causes my body to fall backwards and soon I felt my whole body being consumed by pain.
"We can never be the perfect family Melanie. So just get it through your head. Those fantasies of yours will never come true because no one can be perfect."