Chapter One: Falling Through WallsA Chapter by JulieNorellI dont know if its any good, but i love writing. Melanie hated walking, considering she lived in
New York, and she didn't have the best sense of direction. Walking down the
long damp streets covered in trash, and homeless men, she stumbled in her 3-inch
heels. She had always loved heels but they weren't good for walking 8 miles in.
She had fell asleep on the bus and wound up 8 miles from home in her best
dress, in the ghetto, and without money or a phone, someone had stolen it while
she was asleep. "This,"
she thought "is my life." Not everyone had good
luck and she guessed it was just chance that she got the worst of it, its not
like someone’s out to get her or something...No it was just life. She had been
walking for about 20 minutes and wasn't exactly sure where she was going.... "Do
I go left or right...Better go right...I think,” She thought uncertainly.
Crossing her fingers she turned and walked down the street...Only to find that
it turned and led straight to a dead end... "So
much for blind faith!" She thought giggling...She
was used to dead ends they seemed to appear right in front of her.... "What’s
so funny sweetheart?" Someone said from behind her...She stiffened; she
had been starring up at the wall that blocked her path when a tall dark man
stalked up behind her and stood not 10 feet away... "Um,
just...Nothing." She squeezing past him in the narrow alleyway, their
chests almost brushing...She was almost to the end of the alley, when the tall
dark man grabbed her wrist. "Let
go!" Melanie screamed...Retching her wrist free she, scratched the mans
face, and ran towards the street...Then stopped dead in her tracks...Two men
stepped into the open alley way from behind the wall, these two were identical
except for the long jagged scare on one of their bare chests, they crossed
their arms over their chests in perfect harmony, they'd had practice... "The
jerks.... I’ve got to get out of here.... Back up...." Forgetting
about the tall man behind her she backed straight into his arms...He spun her
around and looked at her...then he slammed her back into the wall. "Ouf!"
The air whooshed out of her lungs, causing her to gasp and giving the man the
chance to stick his tongue down her throat. His breath tasted like cigars and
peppermints. Thrashing, she bit down on his tongue, causing him to yelp. Melanie
sprinted around the corner of the red brick building, almost slamming into the
wall on the other side of the alley, then realized it was a dead end, and right
then, someone clamped their hand around her mouth, and another around her
stomach, she bit down on the hand as she was lifted off the ground, making her
invisible capturer curse, but they didn't put her down until she was against
the cold brick wall. Then she saw the man, he had green eyes, not like lush
green fields but more like sickly moss with yellow starbursts in them, making
him look like a cat, he had a narrow pointy face and over gelled, black hair,
and bloody streaks down his right cheek where Melanie had scratched him. "Feisty
are we? You know I can play rough to." He punched her in the mouth. She
gasped, fell, and spit out the blood from her split lip. While she was still on
the wet, cracked, asphalt, the man kicked her again, and again. Melanie's
vision was fading, and then clearing then fading again. The men ripped her
dress, tore at her hair, all the while Melanie was screaming, not bloody murder
but in anger, she didn't lie there and take the beating, she fought back. She
kicked, bit, clawed, punched, thrashed, jabbed; she hoped she was making it
hard for them to enjoy themselves. "Your
just as helpless as a little kitten, you might as well just give in." The
bare chested man with the long jagged scare said, apparently it was his turn, Melanie
didn't like being called helpless...She pretended to give into the mans wishes
as he lay over her, he seemed to believe her, letting go of her hair and
leaning over to bite her neck. That’s when Melanie struck, right under his jaw,
almost soundlessly, he passed out, she shoved him off of her, and crawled
around the corner of the alley, the other two were standing in the opening of
the alley, chit chatting. One of them glanced over in her direction, doing a
double take as he saw her, he pointed and turned the taller one towards her,
she backed up as quickly as she could, scarping her, now bare, knees, she used
the wall to drag herself into a standing position, and again as support. She
was so sore, unbelievably so, she waddled faster as she heard the men’s
measured footsteps behind her. "No
where to go sweetheart!" One of the men called out from behind her. She
was passing the man she knocked out almost to the back of the alley; she gave
him a kick for good measure. She reached the back of the alley and turned so
that her back was against the wall. The men were looking down on their friend. 'He
always was the weakling." The tall man said. He had a slight accent that
made Melanie think that maybe he was from Chicago. The man looked up at her,
and stepped over his friend. "What
are you going to do now sweetheart? You've got yourself backed to the wall."
The man said walking slowly, closing the distance between them. "Let's
just shoot her and go, we're done with her anyway." Other twin said,
surveying the alley and spitting towards his brother. "I
wanna keep this one.... She’s a real piece of work..." The man had stopped
right in front of Melanie, just out of kicking distance. He took one step
towards her and Melanie rolled till she was in the corner of the alley, pushing
against the wall, wishing she could just fall through...And then she did. The
last thing she saw before her she fell through was the tall man pulling a
pistol out of his jacket, and firing. Then there was darkness, and pain, an
excruciating pain in her chest that didn't let up. She felt like she was
sinking into water...Then she resurfaced from the dark water and was on the
floor. She didn't know what floor or where. All she knew was that she was going
to die. She was sure of it, because she was looking at the most beautiful being
she s ever laid eyes on. He had flaming orange hair; literally, it was actually
fire, flickering orange yellows and reds, flared but stayed in place like
normal hair, and sending reflections in the dark room. His eyes were golden
with flecks of brown in them. Though his ears were pointed and his face was
narrow, he was angelic. His nose was a straight line. His lips were full, and
moving. It took her a while to register that he was speaking to her. Melanie
was to busy marveling over this creature. "He
must be an angel...Does heaven have red carpets and beds the size of blimps?
Why am I still in pain? Aren't I supposed to feel peace and warmth? I’m
freezing! There is nothing warm and peaceful about heaven just really cute guys
who have flaming hair!" Melanie usually had rant
thoughts and was easily distracted, could never hold still and was always
happy, except when she was in heaven and it didn't turn out to be anything like
people always say it is. Distracted once again by her A.D.D.
compulsions she looked at the man. He was still speaking to her, cradling her
head in his lap. "Are
you all right? Can you hear me?" looking to his left he spoke to someone,
a woman in a white apron, in soft tones. Melanie's hearing seem to burst
through a bubble all at once, not used to the noise, she covered her ears, and
then cried out as her right arm jerked at the bullet wound in her chest. "She
is aware, but not responding. Where's the doctor. She is human she needs
care." He spoke with a calm urgency but there was a hint of anger. "Let
me go! No! Don't touch me!" Melanie didn't know where the outburst came
from, maybe it was her panic from her recent experience, but it was violent.
Finally, after about 3 minutes of screaming and striking in random directions,
someone stabbed Melanie with a needle while 4 others held down her flailing
limbs. And she drifted, finally finding her peace and warmth. © 2010 JulieNorellAuthor's Note
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