<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/>The sound of the car dying in the drive way should have been a sign to her that someone was coming. She should have done something – anything – the cover up what had happened here. But she didn't. She couldn't. She was paralyzed with the reality of what she had done. Desperately in her head she wanted to blame it on something – someone – else, but there was no escaping the deafening truth. That tune played like a broken record over and over in her head, each time it came to that bitter chorus of death. The hearts stopping. The bass dropping thud of bodies hitting the floor. There was no escaping the loop of her own brain.<br/><br/>She couldn't remember when she had moved, but she did. She'd shifted from her knees – probably once they ached so much that her body just moved on its own – and to her rear. The poor girl had scooted so that she could have her back to the cabinets, and tugged her knees to her chest. They were the perfect height to lay her chin on while she stared at the fallen food. In the whole time she hadn't moved her gaze wide enough to look at the family that she had killed. That she had... murdered. The thought made her sick, but she was too stunned to be pulled free by even such a volatile reaction. Maybe once she snapped to she could feel that urge.<br/><br/>That voice that called out in the distance was too distant, too removed, for her to take serious note of. At this point she wasn't sure she could trust anything she was hearing. She didn't move, she didn't respond. Not until she felt the touch, proof that Harmony was really there and this wasn't a twisted mind game she was playing with herself. It was the realization that she was here that changed her from that catatonic statue into a sobbing mess. Melody all but crawled into Harmony's arms, burying her face. Her breath was labored from sobs and how hard she was pressing her face into her elder sisters chest, just trying to get away from it all.<br/><br/>Truth be told the green-eyed blond wasn't sure how to answer either of those questions. Physically she was totally fine, she hadn't done anything to harm herself except explode her phone at her feet. She was far enough away from all the shattering glass that she'd been fine. Mentally though was something else entirely. How did she quantify the feelings of suddenly being a murderer? How did she even answer something as simple as what had happened? She wanted to speak, to say anything, something, to make Harm understand. But she couldn't – she wouldn't. The last time she'd opened her mouth this had all happened. What if it did it again? What if this time it was Harmony laying on the ground?<br/><br/>Her fingers clawed at her sisters clothing. She shook her head roughly from side to side.