Melody was born, on a cold
cement floor, in the basement of her mothers house in southwestern Iowa.
Not the greatest start, but eh, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
Willow, her mother, kept her secret, she was never taken to the doctor,
home schooled, and barely let out of the house. At the age of three,
Willow picked up and moved to southern Illinois, to a nice cabin, in the
middle of nowhere, save maybe a mile down the road there was a small
QwikMart. Now in their new home, where no one knew them, Willow allowed
Melody to grow, to see people. They went shopping, and out to eat like
everyone else. As far as for Mel's father? Dead, in a car accident, and
that was that. No more questions asked, he just was...and it was.
Melody grew quickly. She was
homeschooled, or at least thats what the world knew. Everyone in the small
town dismissed it as such, no questions asked of the girl, she was a cute
six year old, and a favorite at the local maidrite. Willow worked at the
hospital a town away, and Melody was babysat by the neighbor a mile down.
An elderly woman, by the name of Mable, who would tote Melody around the
small town while she did her errands, and allow the girl to socialize with
the rest of the pretty much all elderly town. The town was in fact so
small, they borrowed everything from the local larger towns, including
police, firemen, and the like. So, everyone knew Melody existed, just no
one important did.
When Mel turned 11, she began
talking with, her grandpa, she told Willow. She would seem to speak to
others on a fairly regular basis. Willow dismissed them as imaginary
friends. But, Melody insisted they were her grandfather, and her father.
She would take walks near the woods with these friends, and draw pictures
of them. She even drew a picture, at one time, that resembled Abraham
Lincoln. Willow dismissed all this as coincidence, even though, Melody had
never learned of that man, or even seen pictures.
On Mel's sixteenth birthday,
Willow wanted to give her somthing like the 'normal' children. So, she had
saved for nearly a year, and scraped up enough money to buy her a small,
old, but working car. Willow fixed her a cake, and gave her the normal
gifts that she got. Socks, underwear, common sense stuff. But then handed
her a pair of shiney silver keys. "Here" She said softly, and
smiled to the girl.
"I know your scared to
let me Mom, cause of Dad...but I'll do real good..I promise I will!"
She jumped excitedly, and grabbed the keys. She had been allowed to drive
the backroads since she was 11 with her mom, so she knew she could do it.
She rushed out to sit in it, and Willow watched her out the window. She
sighed softly, and smiled. Melody had grown so big, and so very smart..she
deserved to be able to go to school, to be a kid. With a heavy heart, she
grabbed the phone book, to find who she could call to tell them she had
this child, who didn't exist. She was sixteen now, there is no way she
could be what her father was. "Mom?" Rang out through the
kitchen. "Can I just drive it to the Kwikmart, just real quick and
get a pop??" She grined excitedly. "PLease PLEASE?"
Willow smiled and sighed
worriedly. "Yes, alright...but just there, and right back." She
pointed right at her. "And don't dilly dally at that little zoo,
those animals are sickly. Who knows what you might catch."