My Daughter
"Ah! Sh–"
"Anthony!" Rory howled from the next room. "Your sister!"
Anthony shimmied across the kitchen to run his hand under the cold faucet.
Melody hopped onto the counter beside him, knowing her parents didn't allow that, and watched with interest as his blood curled down the drain. "Too bad you can't heal yourself."
"I can," Anthony said, his voice low and sarcastic. "It's called a band-aid and time."
"Yeah, well, I can't die," Melody smirked.
"Yeah," Anything said, his eyes on her. "I never really got that. How do you do it?"
Melody shrugged. "I don't know, I just…do. It just happens."
"But how do you change into someone else?"
"I – don't know? I never really understood it, they just told me that I could do it."
"How many times have you done it?"
"Just once…that I know of."
Anthony turned off the water and Melody hopped down to walk with him to the bathroom. "Does it hurt?"
Melody eyed the knife wound on her brother's hand, which had begun to seep as soon as the water had been turned off. "You're better off with the band-aid."
