<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/>In truth there were dozens of things that Melody didn’t want to leave behind, things that she had gotten used to having, things that the Gardners had been kind enough to get for her because she was doing so well. As strong as those wants were though, the fear was stronger. She didn’t even really want to be in clothes that she was wearing right now, she wanted to rip them from her body and burn them; of course she wanted to do the same general thing to her skin - as if cleansing by fire would undo what she had done or somehow make it all better. The only reason she hadn’t done it already was because of the raw shock that still gripped her teenage brain. She simply could not process everything that had just taken place. So while she considered asking - or finding someway to communicate without her voice - for those thing that had become most important to her, the thought of keeping anything from this house, from these people made her sick.<br/><br/>More sick, apparently, then what had actually happened inside. Perhaps it was the build up from that coupled with the being away from it and having a moment to come to terms with what had happened. Melody reached out and push Harm out of the way; Melody all but spilled from the car, onto the ground and on all fours. She heaved heavily and then let it all loose in a gag filled stream of bile and whatever she had been drinking all day long - punch by the color of it. The thin red liquid oozed from her as she coughed and sputtered, her whole body leaning into the heavy gagging until she had finally expelled everything from inside of herself. There was no way to vomit in silent, and so the reality that she was not hurt was pretty clearly evident at that point.<br/><br/>She whimpered and shakily reached for the seat of the car and tugging herself back into it. She wrapped herself into as tight a ball as she could manage. As nice as it should have been to see Harmony again the moment was tainted by what she had done. Melody couldn’t truthfully bring herself to appreciate that they were together again, and that this time nothing was going to pull them apart.<br/><br/>Her head waved to side to side, she had made up her mind. Clearing her stomach had been good for the soul, it seemed. Any item that she brought would have resulted in needing to relive the situation and she absolutely wanted none of that. She wished that she could share some of the Gardners thing with Harm, to help make this easier, but Melody could not bring herself to do that to them. She had already taken too much from them, she would not rob them in death afterwards. She wouldn’t, couldn’t be responsible for that.<br/><br/>Melody waited until Harm had gotten in the car and backed it onto the street. Now away from the house, and with an uncertain future ahead of them, Melody turned concerned eyes to her twin and whispered the most hushed words humanly possible, “Where will be go now?”<br/>