Arranged Marriage

Waiting for Eventually

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A cold sweat broke out all across Melissa's body. Her clammy hands and sticky feet thrashed under her soft silk sheets, throwing her comforter and pillows off the bed. Her damp forehead moved from side to side, hitting the hard light-wood wall periodically, allowing a soft, tortured moan to escape from her lips. Her face was twisted cruelly, the half-light making her petite features become grotesque and abnormal. The window was partly open, and a recent English assignment was lying neatly on her desk.

What had happened to her that brought on this nightmare?

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She forced her tired body into a run, though every muscle in her body objected. She'd already been running for hours; when would they give up?

Through the trees, the full moon's light caught her eyes, which lingered hungrily at the surrounding branches. If only- If only she could get up that high, she'd be safe. But it was no use. "No!" A quick scream of fright was released from her lips before she closed her mouth again.

Screaming had seemed like a good idea, but upon the sound reaching her ears, a violent, racking pain discharged itself throughout her body. She slammed her mouth shut and bit her tongue. Suddenly, a salt-like, coppery taste filled her taste buds, and Deborah realized that there was blood running down her chin, out of the right side of her mouth. She was tackled roughly to the ground, her left arm twisting unnaturally as it received the main portion of her body's weight.

A blue-lightning sensation lit her senses, setting her veins on fire with an unbearable pain.

Just let me die soon so this pain will stopstopstopSTOP!! *Slam!!*

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"Uohh..." A strike of wood-on-wood shocked Melissa from her dream, if it could be classified as that.

Still, Melissa reasoned with herself, there are probably worse ones out there.

Climbing out of bed proved difficult; half of Melissa's mattress had fallen off the stand, and her legs were thoroughly tangled in between the two sheets that had managed to remain on her pull-out twin bed.

Groping blindly for her light switch, Melissa finally managed to turn on her undersized light. It wasn't even a light, really. It didn't even have a shade. It was more a light bulb on top of a lamp stand.

Smiling quietly to herself, Melissa turned her iPod up full volume, and began humming out one of her favorite songs.

She fell asleep quickly to her long-time lullaby, which was no real surprise. The song had been what her mother used to sing to her.

Happy tears pricked at her eyes as she slipped slowly into pleasant dreams, where her parents were still around, and still caring for her.

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8:11. the clocks neon-red numbers were the first sight to greet Melissa as her tired eyes opened blurrily. She sat up and stretched her arms before slowly peeling the sheets back from where the clamped together around her shoulders. She stood up and walked to the kitchen/dining room area, and sat down at the small window-seat table once she'd fixed herself a bowl of Fruit Loops. Her stepfather walked into the room when she was about halfway through.

They sat in awkward silence for a few moments before Melissa spoke. "I had a bad dream last night."

He chuckled deprecatingly. "Is that so? You need to stop watching scary movies before bed."

"I didn't watch any scary movies, though." Was her indifferent reply.

"Well, then, stop reading scary books. Then it won't be so real." He said sourly, obviously uninterested in the conversation.