<div class="floatleft">(http://www.iceposter.com/thumbs/G336336_b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melody Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 8:09pm CST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Harmony<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Murder!<br/><hr/>Encourage or not, Harm was going to get the brunt of it – though it certainly helped that she was willing. If not for any other reason it was the fact that Harmony would help, would understand and protect her, that Melody had reached out to her. In the end the only thing she really had was family, and that was fully represented by Harmony. So she curled into the embrace and sobbed. Her eyes went red with tears, her body trembled against her sisters, and no words came – she even made her sobs, only air rather then little whines. Terrified to speak, to even make the smallest of noises. Melody couldn't even contemplate what she'd do if something like this happened to Harmony.<br/><br/>For how long she sat there and sobbed she couldn't be sure, but she did know that Harm wouldn't be pushing to go if it wasn't important. Somewhere she had to find it in herself to help, to not be this wreck. Slowly she pushed herself away from Harm's body – she refused to tell her sister where they were, because she was still unwilling to speak. Her retreat from the other girl was brought to a freeze though when she turned her head and her eyes settled in on the woman that had been her foster mother. The quakes that rocked her body went from under control to a real threat that she might vibrate out of this plane of existence. Her heart throbbed in her chest like a bad storm, and her breathing was out of control as she took in too much.<br/><br/>Melody recoiled into Harm's chest and buried her face. It wasn't as much crying at this point as it was terror – of herself – that drove her to wanting to hide from the world. Like her life depended on it, Melody clung to Harmony. Her hands balled into fists so tight that her knuckles had on white, if Harm tried to move here, Melody was likely to shred the clothing right off of her as she tried to keep her sister in one spot. For long minutes she refused to acknowledge anything again, stricken by what she had seen. Still she couldn't bring herself to be sick over it, her bodies reactions overridden by the horror blanketing her mind.<br/><br/>Once more she got control of herself enough to slowly drag her head away from Harm's chest. She didn't turn the way she had before. Instead she didn't even try to get up. Melody got on all fours and kept her eyes locked to the ground, slowly she crawled – a pained four legged shuffle – out of the kitchen area and into the next room. It was easy enough to tell when she was in a safe spot, because there was very nice rug in the hall leading towards the living room. Once her hands touched it she knew that she could get up.<br/><br/>Pulling herself – with Harmony's help – to her feet, she sagged heavily against the wall. So badly she wanted to turn around and look, but she couldn't even fathom seeing little Jake like... That.<br/><br/>Instead she dragged herself forward into the living room. She went to one of the little side tables next to a recliner and pulled open the drawer on the front of it. Inside were three sets of keys. Harmony had just been learning how to drive, so she learned where everything was kept only recently. She didn't know which one was better, but she figured that the family car was better then Mr. Gardner's truck, and so she yanked out the little key chain with a rainbow sunflower on it. Mrs. Gardner's special touch.<br/><br/>From the living room they only had to walk to the opposite wall, not the front door, but the one that connected to the garage. Harmony spun the door handle and shoved it open into the dark room. As evident by the multiple key sets, two cars were in the garage. The first, right in front of them, a small pick up truck. It wasn't new, but it was sturdy – an old GM. Behind it, on the far side of the garage, was a little blue four door sedan. That was where Melody slowly started shuffling towards.