Apparently Melinda's favorite band is Supertramp. Ha she seems to know a couple songs. Enjoy. . .
Magenta stared at the TV monitor in hers and Columbia's room. The groupie had been with her boyfriend, Eddie, all day and didn't know about their child's return. The woman watched this "Melinda", as she called herself, settle into her room after her bath. The crazy, curly haired maid grinned; she couldn't wait for the girl to meet Rocky, it wouldn't be much longer until it happened anyways. She watched as the afore mentioned man slipped through a little hidden door at the back of the room, she smirked.
They were going to meet very soon indeed if he kept all the sneaking around up.
After all, part of the reason the doctor "accidentally" came across the answer to creating life was because he worked himself into the ground after Layla was kidnapped. He missed her so much he wanted to create another "her" for, at the time, he had no hope she would ever come back.
It had always amazed Magenta how attached the doctor had gotten to the child. The note she came with never said who her parents were, only that they were from Transsexual. For all anyone knew Frank could be her father, but Magenta doubted it. Her boss never got any of the women he slept with pregnant and Layla didn't resemble Frank in the least. She had violet eyes and blonde hair. If anything she looked like their Transsexual friend Fushia, the blonde one who always came to Frank's parties. Anyone out of the party go-er's could be the parents.
After getting out of the bath, Melinda poked her head out of the room and was suddenly struck with nervousness. She decided to wait in her room until night fall when she guessed someone would come get her for dinner. She went to the far side by a window and found a desk of all things, how they knew she would need one she had no idea. She sat down as happy to find that it came with paper and pens. She took a piece out and started writing.
"Dear Farm," she wrote.
"It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn," her pretty voice drifted over the pen and paper in front of her.
"Dear farm, I'm alright. I'm sorry for scaring you with my absence, but this needed to be done. As thankful as I am for you raising me-
She made a face that implied she wasn't thankful at all but decided for everyone's sake that it was a good lie to tell all the same.
"And I really have enjoyed my stay, but I must be movin on." She smiled and nodded.
The man child, Rocky, had been making his way back to his room but when he heard her voice. . .It was intoxicating, like wine. He wanted more of it, so he drifted back towards the secret entrance.
As she wrote the girl started singing what she put down.
"Like a king without a castle!"
From his place on the opposite side of her wall Rocky sang softly in sweet harmony.
"Like a queen without a throne."
"I'm an early morning lover, and I must be movin on!" Melinda laughed sweetly at her own words, erased them and then wrote something a little more along what the farm people would accept.
She went on, "Now I believe in what you say, is the undisputed truth.
But I have to have things my own way, to keep me in my youth!
Like a ship without an anchor! Like a slave without a chain!"
Rocky joined again, "Just the thought of that sweet lady, sends a shiver through my veins. . ."
Melinda's voice rang out, "And I will go on shining! Shining like brand new! I'll never look behind me! My troubles will be through. . ."
She was proud that her words were finally coming out the way she wanted them too. She had been pushed down by everyone around her and so her opinion on things dwindled to silence. She never recalled having such a singing voice either.
She leaned back from the desk to think of what else to say and then when the idea hit her she snapped back forward, "Goodbye stranger, its been nice. Hope you find your paradise! Tried to see your, point of view. Hope your dreams will all come true!" She recalled her room mates. "Goodbye Mary, goodbye Jane. Will we ever . . .meet again? Feel no sorrow, feel no shame. Come tomorrow feel no pain."
She grinned and nodded, her words made sense. She would miss her two elder friends but she doubted they would miss her. They would all go on to follow the farm's religious practices just as all the kids who went through there did. But Melinda was happy to be different. She shook her head and sang more to herself.
"Now some they do and some they don't. And some you just can't tell. And some they will and some they won't. With some it's just as well."
She went back to writing and the man beyond her walls smiled, his blue eyes sparkled in adoration.
"You can laugh at my behavior, that'll never bother me.
Say the devil is my savior, but I don't pay no heed.
And I will go on shining! Shining like brand new!"
She stopped writing and instead began dancing gracefully around her room. "I'll never look behind me! My troubles will be few! Goodbye stranger! It's been nice! Hope you find your paradise!"
When she left her room Rocky scrambled away unseen from his hidden spot in the wall and went back to his room. If he had been missing when Frank got to the lab, well he'd be right sorry for being absent.
She sang the last verse over and over while she wrote down an address, sealed it and then padded across her room to mail it off. She took a pen with her and once she found the front gates, a mail box was crumbling and decayed and seemed to be out of use. An unusually fast mail truck flew around the corner and while Melinda hummed a hand reached out, snatching the letter and speeding off. She tilted her head in innocent curiosity and shrugged. It was easy for her to get used to all the weird things that happened at this place.
For some reason it seemed normal to her. She smiled and pranced back into the mansion. Along the way up the stairs Magenta flew out of a doorway on the flight behind her. Melinda was shocked out of her care free dance and spun around. Her hand went to where her heart was and her lips parted in a gasp.
"Oh, Magenta." The girl laughed nervously. "I-I didn't see you there."
The maid grinned slowly. "It's alright my child. The Doctor is busy in his chambers at the moment. He'll be moving on to his laboratory in a half hour. He says he will join us for dinner but asks that you explore your old home." Her voice was drawn out and smooth.
Melinda liked her. "Thank you Magenta," she said kindly and smiled.
Before she could say more, the elder woman giggled in her drawn way and then waltzed back into the room she had come from.