Little Melody was named so because of how she sounded when she cried as a baby. Now that she thinks about it, it is very dark to find a baby’s cry melodic. She likes her name anyway.
Melody liked exploring caves. She liked being lost. But, most of all, she liked being lost for a purpose.
Melody hated the dark but liked the way it made her invisible. So, she found herself in the dark often.
Melody was an open book written in a language only a few could understand.
Melody only felt comfortable in corners and on the sides but never in the middle. Just like her fluttering, uneasy heart in the middle of her chest.
Melody liked experimenting because she knew that everyone around her and herself will die one day. Melody believed that maybe the point of life is that there is no point.
Melody sometimes stayed in bed for days because she could not find the strength or reason to move. At all.
Melody would have staring contests with the ceiling till her eyes bled and she forgot she existed.
Melody liked being praised and appreciated, even though she never believed it. Melody had many talents, one of them being never believing in herself.
Melody was reborn the day she started believing in herself.
After that day, extraordinary things started taking place.
Melody finds herself singing even when she knows people are listening.
Melody can talk on the phone with a stranger without vomiting.
Melody can sleep. And wake up. And not feel guilty doing either.
Most importantly, however, she lives.