Where the Dead go to Die

The door to a room pushed open as a young girl enters, a towel tied firmly across her chest, water dripping from her body slightly. She closed the door behind her, locking it before walking inside, standing in front of a mirror.

YOUNG GIRL’S POV

I can’t believe I woke up late, today of all days, just hope I won’t be late for school.

“Mellisa!!” I heard my name from a distance and I knew who it was that would be calling me like that but I ignored it.

I removed the shampoo cap I had from my hair, gently combing it out and styling it into a ponytail, one thing I hate is letting my hair fall onto my face.

I dropped my towel, applied cream on my body, got dressed in a short white gown, with floral designs on it. Looking up at my reflection in the mirror, I admired my new look with a smile on my face when I heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I asked, raising my voice a little above normal, walking over to the door.

“Yes!” My face was already curving in a frown as I saw who it was; MY SISTER

“Awwwn you look pretty” she said but I could sense sarcasm in her voice.

“Why are you up here? Am sure you didn’t come all the way here just to compliment me” I said folding my arms across my chest.

“Didn’t you hear your name before?”

“What do you want Alicia” I was getting tired of her blabbering.

“Dad is calling you” she said, turning sharply, causing her blonde hair to crash on my face, some even getting into my mouth, as she stomped her feet away. The sound of her shoes were still very loud, as I heard her descending the stairs.

I went back into my room, to round up with my dressing, getting my books into my bag pack, I hurried downstairs.

How rude of me! Let me introduce myself to you guys.

My name is Melissa Bradson.

I am an orphan who got lucky to be adopted, as a baby, by a couple,who were still looking for a child of their own. They took me in, loved and pampered me till I was seven and then they were blessed with kids of their own. My adopted mother saw me as a threat to her biological children and threw me out of the house. I was back at the orphanage at age ten but was later adopted by another couple when I was twelve. The woman already had a daughter but that didn’t stop her from treating me as her own.

Alicia Bradson is the biological daughter of Mr and Mrs Bradson but we are not the best of sisters, Alicia doesn’t like me and I gave up trying to be close to her.

Well, that’s basically all you should know about me…

Rushing down the flight of stairs, I met with the cold stare of my adopted father, as he sat on his designated seat at dining table.

“Did you not hear me call the first time?” His cold voice sent shivers down my spine as I cowered in fear

“I was in the bathroom when you called” my voice was failing me.

“Where are you going?” He asked like he was unaware today was the first day of school.

“School of course!” Mum’s voice came from the kitchen as I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Mum had always been on my side since like forever, she’s my best friend and a companion, I love her so very much.

“You look pretty dear” she said, gently caressing my hair, smiling into my face.

“Sit down and have breakfast” she said positioning the tray in her hand on the table

I sat down at the table, enjoying the delicious meal in front of me, not willing to spare a little bit of it for the dustbin.

“Gently dear” I heard mum say amidst a chuckle but I didn’t look up nor respond to her.

“And you.. Why are you playing with your food?” Mum said, and am guessing she is directing the question to my sister.

“I lost my appetite” Alicia said with a cold voice, getting up from the table

“And where are you going?” Mum asked her.

“School of course” she said picking up her bag.

“Why not wait for Mellisa so you both could go together?” mum said softly.