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...


9. The Run


Chapter 9: The Run

Okay, okay I am not a rocket scientist, but I know this is the year 2013, and that photo says 1897. Yeah, that is impossible, that meant my daddy wasn’t supposed to be my daddy. Okay, he couldn’t have been a baby in 1897, and be alive in 2012. I hurried to grab the picture, and I managed to grab the book. I placed the box back on his top shelf, and I headed straight for my room. Looking at the time I saw I had only a little. My travel backpack was already crammed with all of my things I needed. I couldn’t waste any more time, if I was going to leave it was the time to leave now. I only had two hundred dollars to my name, and I wasn’t sure if that would be enough, so I took a hundred dollars from my uncle’s rain money, this definitely seemed like a stormy day.


I had no idea of the journey that was before me. With so many unsure thoughts that contemplated in my head, I knew this wasn’t my place in life. How could everyone around me be so dishonest? Maybe they felt I was too young to handle the situation at hand. I threw my backpack over my shoulder, as I left those lies behind. I looked ahead for the future…no more self-inflicted pain whereas I caused myself. The trouble that kept me company was in fact my own misery. I had to start anew, I had to start off fresh. I caught the first bus at the station that would take me to Wyatt City. It was a long ride, but this was something I had to do.


As I gathered my belongings and got on the bus the woman bus driver cautioned first, then she questioned, “Are you an unaccompanied minor traveling alone young lady?’’ I confidently affirmed the lady’s accusations of me being fairly young. “Why yes ma’am I am, I am traveling to Wyatt City to visit a relative of mines, my mother sent me along by myself because of work. She gave me everything I needed for the trip, and told me not to talk to any strangers—and get off at my stop. I must call her as soon as I get off at the station, and a cousin will come to take me to my destination.’’ The lady looked at me closely along with my bags and told me to aboard the bus, and watch my step. Once those doors shut behind me, I then knew I was on my way to freedom. Nothing felt better than to escape the horrors of Jack Town. As the bus took off I could see the nightmare in a distance, leaving my sorrow adrift, and finding happiness.


The bus driver called me upfront to sit by her. I didn’t really feel comfortable sitting upfront, but I really didn’t want to sit alone either. As I sat in the middle trying to coward away from all of those unknown faces, I arose from my seat and made my way slowly to the front. The bus driver was a younger lady, she was about twenty-six or so, with dark curly hair. She had nice skin, and dark brown eyes that glared back at me astonishingly. Her skin was a dark brown, and her voice was very mellow and mild. Her badge read Avril. I sat next to her while she kept her eyes on the road. She then asked me, “What do you call yourself?’’ “I replied, “Melody, but mostly everyone calls me Mel for short, and you?’’ She eagerly replied, “Avril, they call me Avril Jacks, I am from all over but some of my people live in Wyatt. Are you visiting a relative there?’’ Ahh…the old icebreaker, asking one question after another made me completely awkward.

I hope she wasn’t going to be so annoying on my first road trip. I fixed my skirt as I gazed out of the window. I

tugged, and pulled as I thought about the real reason I hated skirts. Ugh! Skirts, and little purses now annoyed the crap out of me, I don’t know why most of the real girly things made my nose curl. Maybe because my mama always tried to dress me like one of those antique dolls, or something. Just thinking about her smile brought tears to my sadden face.

Avril suddenly noticed a dramatic change in my demeanor. From her eyebrows being slightly raised, I could tell there was a bit of concern she had for me. But inside my soul pain flared, even though the pity role was played on me a thousand times; I seemed to see straight through all of the lies. I felt the need to build a defense mechanism. If a giant wall was there, in front of me nothing could get out, and nothing could get in. But I didn’t want to entrap myself completely, but then again I felt so vulnerable.


I couldn’t stop thinking of Jack Town, with all of the madness I’d left behind. Especially discovering about Marcus, and my dad back in 1897. There must’ve been a mistake in the printing, or maybe Marcus’s looked exactly like his ancestor, but what was the coincidence of that? That was impossible. With so much clouding my head, I decided to take a little nap, not sitting my bag aside, I slumped down in the seat. I had almost let those important artifacts slip my mind, and I had to be very delicate about my situation. I began to yawn, and I rubbed my watery eyes. Looking at Avril, she nodded her head, and placed her eyes back on the road. I fixed my jacket like a pillow, balling the blue thing up. The material felt itchy on the inside and out, but that was all I had, besides my heavy bag of course—but I didn’t want to sleep on that thing.


The Dream: From Whence They Came


I fell into a bottomless slumber, my mind begun to finally rest. My dream sort of was different, and weird. Beautiful colors lit the day sky, as it appeared to be some type of giant white wings ascending from the heavens. The sky was so illuminating, and bright—I shielded my eyes a little where my hand covered my eyes, only leaving me to see a little bit at a time.


Fire came afterwards, burning the trees, in the very calm area. The heat was so extreme I began to hyperventilate, as I felt like I was losing oxygen from the thick smoke. I felt a sharp razor like itch in my throat, as I started to cough and choke.


(Ah-ah aacch- achh chh…um)


Walking slowly backwards from the pandemonium, I could feel the dirt slide in between my toes. The dirt felt hot, steaming hot; with each step I took—a burn followed. You could hear the ground sizzling, as if there were over-eased eggs being fried on a roasting, scorching hot summer day.


(Ouch!) I pounced. That ground was hot. “Where am I…am I in a desert, this looks like some type of…’’ Before I could finish my thought, whatever was in that sky had already landed, as I gazed above, still slightly shielding my eyes from the vivid light. I was now afraid. I was all alone, in some retarded wasteland with stars falling down from the sky in mid-day with a creature with wings coming out of the clouds. Oh my, I was in for a treat. Seeking refuge, I hipped and hopped under a ridge that was hanging on its last arm. I scoped the area, and it seemed for miles there was nowhere but fire and ashes covering the land.

(WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH) Whatever that came from that sky sounded huge. Like a million eagles flocked together flying around and around over my head…I rather hoped it’ll be a million birds flapping their wings above me, then some unknown thing.


As its foot touched the ground, the other foot followed. The landing wasn’t loud at all. But ohhhh… my… Goddd…. Something was definitely up. The thing reached out his hand to me, not letting me see its face, the thing was enormous anyhow. I scampered behind the tree, peeking out, I had almost peed on myself. My legs were shaking, and I’m trying to get it together. What if it’s some type of man-bird mutation thingy that wants to eat my flesh? While I closed my eyes waiting for the worst, the creature spoke. And it was a he, I think.

 He said: “I will come for you.’’


There was a sudden rush. As I awoke, I didn’t know whether to be frightened, or relieved. But I rubbed my eyes and stretched, looking out of the window, seeing we were already entering into Wyatt’s city limits. I thought of my nana, and I missed her so much. I was so ready to see her, it had been years since I last visited her. I was probably around six or seven, and I was still hoping she still lived here. She was my only hope, and I needed her to be here.

As we arrived at the station, everyone started gathering their children and belongings, and like a colony of ants, they headed off the bus. I could imagine everyone else probably had somewhere else to go for sure but me. And with me going out on a limb to find a long lost grandmother was just overwhelming. I didn’t call or write. I wasn’t even sure if I’d remember her address correctly.

She was a small little lady with silver hair that hung down her back. Her hair was indeed her glory, for it shined and glowed; as if it had its own personality. She rarely ever pouted about her life. She never complained about anyone not visiting her, or calling. When I was smaller every time I arrived to see her lively face, she just smiled. Nana’s eyes were a silver that irradiated the entire room. She wore dangling earrings that had all sorts of star and moon symbols. I just couldn’t wait to see her face, I just prayed she was going to be as happy as I was to see her.

When I stepped foot off of the bus, I smelled the city air. Now I can remember why I hated the city with all of its fancy cars, and buildings. The air smelled really weird, and my nose wiggled, and I squinted my eyes. I saw all of the busy city folk, hurrying to their careers, and walking at a fast pace. Overcrowded streets flooded with folks from all over it seemed, or maybe they’d lived there for all of their lives. It was some people there with blank faces. Even though it seemed they had somewhere important to go, their faces read, ‘’Boring, stupid life.’’ And mine read a little differently, “Crazy, wild life.

I thought to myself, here goes nothing. I decided to put my troubles behind, and I put my game face on, I dared to be different. Walking down the boulevard, a hand tapped my shoulder. Startled, I immediately turned around, looking behind me. It was who I least expected, I guess I really didn’t know what to expect. It was Avril, the charter bus driver. She handed me a stone, and a piece of paper with something on it.


“Hey Melody, you forgot this on my bus, I wanted to give it to you.”


Looking confused I rubbed my head and smiled, “I didn’t leave that on the bus, I didn’t have anything like that with me.’’

I marveled at the beautiful violet stone. It was corpulent in shape with a very smooth surface. I dared not to touch it, it appeared powerful in a sense that I ventured not to possess.


“Melody, take it. It is for you, and only you can retain it, and its power. Here are some instructions for you to follow as well. You must be careful, and you will find your own way. My number is on the back of this paper if there should be anything that you may need. I hope all goes well for you, and remember— don’t give anyone your amulet, and don’t show anyone your stone. If there is anyone who may possess your amulet, or stone who has an impure heart, that will die a horrible death.’’


I mean I was totally speechless, horrible curses, and powers within stones and necklaces. What was this? Some type of Harry Potter movie or something… whatever this was I didn’t agree with any of it at all.


Avril patted my shoulder, then disappeared within the crowded streets. I felt a little resilient, but still I felt lost. What is the use of having supernatural powers if you can’t muster up enough courage to use them? And what am I supposed to do with this rock? I placed the rock in my backpack for safe keep.


[Inhales, then exhales] “Huuuuh….” Taking a long deep breath Melody looked at the shriveled little piece of paper she had crammed in her right palm. Thinking sarcastically to herself, “This is just gonna keep getting weirder isn’t it?’’

The short list read:

Cellphone, Avril Jack, Farrow’s Mocha Coffee Shop tomorrow 4:00 pm. Discard this paper. She had wrinkles in her forehead, seeming to be frustrated.


I wasn’t for all of this secrecy hypocrisy rubbish crap. I was supposed to be at my nana’s house starting fresh at a new junior high school with the typical teenager’s worries. I purchased the stupid little cellphone thingy, and bought a frosty, that tasted like ewww—crap. Even the food is bogus here. I “discarded” the paper, I mean like is she serious? Really—“Discard the paper…’’ I need a seat, this day was already starting off wrong.


I searched through my mind for an address to my nanas. Six or seven years ago I can tell you I wasn’t worried about an address. But I could remember her house. It was a little brick house with lemonade yellow window seals. I could taste her homemade biscuits now. They were always hot, and buttery. One bite melted in your mouth along with scrambled eggs, and that nice hot bacon that was crispy in all the right places. Thinking of grandma made me think of breakfast on a Sunday morning. Her home was welcoming to me, and besides she always sat up and talked with me. My grandpa had died I believe. She’d talk about him though as if he had never left. I felt like I knew him for some reason though. She used great imagery in her speech, and in her stories. She always gave me the brighter sides of life, rather the darker scarier parts.


Then it hit me! 3434 Suncrest Ave. Now I remember, how could I ever forget that address? That was an easy enough address, well at least I thought that was the address, but hey that was something, it was at least worth a shot.

As I was on my way I remembered her home. It was an old fashion little house that had its own little perks. There was one of those porch swings just aging along with the rest of the older people that lived in that neighborhood. Flowers were everywhere, from wild orchids, to lilacs and rose bushes. The aroma of pedals filled the air, wow back down memory lane.


The spring was the best time to be there. Kids from all around the city poured into the neighborhood. I mostly stayed inside gazing from the inside of my protected window. The sun used to glare down touching all that was under its energetic rays. Laughter filled the streets and the backyards of mostly every house that was there. But my nana house didn’t have a meadow to run through by a stream. The city didn’t have all of the livestock roaming around carelessly. Instead the city contained huge trucks, and weird looking cars. Instead of trees, there were strip malls, and boulevards. Instead of farm houses, there looked to be mansions, and there were swimming pools behind their houses. I think in Jack Town we only had about two pools throughout the town. We didn’t have so many multiservice centers, and we really didn’t have gas stations on every corner. The city was definitely different.


My mother used to come here rarely, and when we visit my daddy wasn’t allowed. He never came to visit my nana except for one particular time, and the visit didn’t end to good. It caused my mother and nana to part hurtfully, hindering my relationship with my grandmother as well. I was sad about the whole mother daughter feud, but I still asked to visit from time to time.

In some ways I felt very subjective, and I felt like I was placed in the middle of the arguments most of the time. I heard my name being thrown around like some type of football, back and forth. Someone always tried to use me as a defense mechanism, like I was their weapon and baggage.

I made my way to Suncrest. I think her house was the third house on the left side from the end of the street. Walking to the house with the yellow painted panels, my knees began to shake and my heart pounded so loud, I felt like I could hear it crying out to me. A hundred questions ran through my head.


Was she still there, did she remember me, was she still…was she still alive?’’


I approached the porch, the swing was still there. Brown, white, and black stripes fading from the hot summer days. When I was little that swing was old then.

My eyes squinted in a way that was silly, but I was so scared. Taking a step closer to the door my weight began to drop, I felt like a hopeless throwaway.

[Balls up fist to knock]

[Sigh] “Here goes nothing…”

I began to knock softly, I was in a desperate state. Frozen on the inside was my soul. After a couple of more knocks, I heard footsteps. One foot after another stride along the squeaky floor.


[Creeeeeeeeek…] The floor shrilled.


I then hear a feeble little voice inquiring who was at the door. I waited patiently for someone to open the door, so my anxiousness could finally subside a little. The door cracked, and a head peered out, I saw those bright silver eyes glaring at me.

“May I help you my dear, what’s wrong—are you okay?’’

She opened the door a little wider where I could see her small body. I thought to myself, “It’s really her, it’s my nana.

I cleared my throat, and raspingly spoke, “It’s me nana, your granddaughter, Melody. Do you remember me?”

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