Inferno Soul

A troubled teen named Melody struggles to find her inner self on a life changing quest regarding her true identity after her parents tragic death. Misfortune and disaster follows the girl everywhere she goes making it hard for her to trust anyone she comes in contact with. She learns of the horrible secrets and deception that has clouded her judgment for many years that her family kept dormant; now as the girl starts to realize everything is not what it seems to be her life is filled with hatred, anger, sadness & doubt. Will Melody find peace not only within herself, but in the world surrounding her?


....Sometimes you take destiny into you own hands, and determine your own fate...

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4. Mama Is Ill

Chapter 4: Mama Is Ill

The ambulance hurried to take my mama; it was all too fast I couldn’t gather my feelings. No tear left from my face. But I ran & ran after her. I ran through that trail until I couldn’t run anymore. My heart pounded a thousand times faster, my blood rushed through my veins. My arms extended out—hoping she’d come back to me. I lay in that pathway all night it seemed until my daddy came searching for me. I didn’t want to go home at the time, I wanted my mama. Man, I never wanted anything more in my life.

 

 

Those boots stomped in the dirt, one foot at a time…nearing even closer to me. The night sky observed my daddy & me. Her stars shined ever so bright. How could the night sky be so peaceful at a time like this? I wanted rain, I wanted lightning & thunder. I wanted all the trees to sway back & forth, with limbs dangling on the edge…ready to snap & break. An overwhelming pain overtook my soul. I stared at my daddy & for the first time in my heart he made me think of him as those same kids who tormented me. I felt as if I hated him, & I felt as if it were his fault. He saw that look in my eyes I guess & broke down. It didn’t make a difference to me; it just angered me even more. Daddy reached his hand out to me, urging me to walk with him. I took his hand, & he lifted me up & carried me just like a newborn again. It was only then I felt at ease again, I felt protected & secure.

 

 

As we were walking back home, something was different. I began to feel stronger than before. I asked daddy were we gonna be able to see her anytime soon. Daddy assured me we would see her, so of course that grief was lifted and I was able to breathe again. About a week later we visited her. She was walking around again, regaining her strength. The doctors told my daddy & me she was going to be home within a week or so, it was her choice. No one did ever tell us why she collapsed, they only said it was because of her lungs; she wasn’t getting enough oxygen. The only thing that mattered to us was she was coming back home. I saw her smile again, and that was what mattered to me the most at the time.

 

As we headed back home, the emptiness that blanketed over our despondent home was no longer present. A new strength & energy was born again. It revitalized us so, we were back up & running just like those days before. Mama was back in her garden again. The only thing different was daddy, he began to spend more time with my mama. He wasn’t so consumed with the hobby he loved to do most. I gave mama & daddy more space—they tried to include me as well but I had never seen them so exultant & content. It was just as I would dream of my family to be. I loved them so much; I wanted to be with the both of them forever. I never wanted us apart, especially with all the love and life that was poured back into our souls.

 

 

I was outside playing again; I even missed school from time to time. Mama and daddy would always tell me I didn’t have to go if I didn’t feel like it. And besides those mean kids didn’t like me anyway so I had the best of both worlds.

 

Things were magnificent, I mean I couldn’t ask for anything more. But like a thief in the night, the pain returned. The pain returned so fast it was unbelievable.

 

 

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