<div class="floatleft">(http://www.barnorama.com/wp-content/images/2013/02/Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics/03-Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Harmony Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Detroi, MI -> Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 6:52pm CST - 8:07 CST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Melody<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Murder!<br/><hr/>She felt<i>it</i>seize her long before that special picked and programmed ring tone sang it's way to her ears. A sudden feeling of<i>dread</i>weighed down so heavily upon her she felt as thought her limbs were made of lead. Her mouth went dry, her lips suddenly feeling parched as her heart began to drum so loudly in her ears it made her think of Jamunji. She knew this feeling, she'd experienceed it before but never<i>so intensely</i>that the shadow of foreboding tangibly cast itself over her.<br/><br/>The lights in the room dimmed and flickered as panic began to surge through her. She hopped from her the top bunk in her shared room, dropping to the floor with an audible<i>thump</i>and a shuddery gasp.<i>No, no, no, no.</i>She fumbled to pull the cheap pay-as-you-go cellphone from one of the hidden pouches in her backpack and preemptively began dumping her school supplies out to shovel her clothes and savings into the bag instead, but before she could even enter the passcode to unlock the cheap as thing her sister's melodious tone quietly began to chime.<br/><br/>Shaky fingers drew the device to her ear, dark blues eyes already glazed with trepidation as she listened for the voice on the other end. "Mel...?" A voice that hadn’t been used for nearly a<i>year</i>quivered with apprehension. Then it happened.. The clipped plea, the dull clatter as the phone dropped from her sister’s fingers, and the thunderous screech that came to an abrupt halt as her own phone popped and crackled from the intensity of it before Harmony could drop like a hot potato.<br/><br/>There was no time to nurse the ringing in her ears. There was no time to wallow or even<i>think.</i>All she did was grab her bag and race out of the house, leaving the now busted cellphone behind.<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>It wouldn’t be until about an hour or so later that Harmony finally managed to pull up into the drive way in the beat-up old Ford Taurus she managed to<i>’borrow’</i>from her foster parents. She was lucky the damned thing had even made it this far, and as a matter of fact she’d barely managed to coast her way into the driveway before it stuttered and died. She didn’t even bother to remove the keys before she was kicking her way out the door and rushing up the walk way.<br/><br/>She’d been practically panicking the entire way over – terrified that someone noticed that car was missing, terrified that the police would catch her, terrified that the absolute<i>worst</i>had happened to her sister – and the view she came to as she made her way towards the front door wasn’t really helping. Not a single window was left intact, glass cracked and shattered beneath her feet as she carelessly jogged through the mess strewn around the home like a glittering halo.<i>What in the hell</i>had actually happened here?! She wanted to call out, she wanted cry out her sister’s name and yet something caught in her throat – a lump so large that it made the one she’d been choking on for the last year feel like child’s play. What if she didn’t answer back…? What if<i>no one</i>answered back..? What if…<i><b>No</b></i>, stop it Harm and<i>focus</i>.<br/><br/>She didn’t bother with the front door; she already had a feeling no one would answer if she knocked. So carefully she climbed her way in through one of the side windows, using the sleeves of her hoodie to protect her fingers from any stray pieces of class.<i>Thunk-clack,clack.</i>”Mel?” She called out in a loud whisper, crouching low as she entered further into the home. She had no idea<i>why</i>she was acting like she was a robber sneaking in, but that feeling of dread hadn’t quite left her yet for a<i>reason</i>.<br/><br/>Then she rounded a corner and froze as the sight of the dining room struck her like a freight train – and forced the breath from her lungs just as painfully. ”O-oh god!” All color drained from her face and she felt an overwhelming wave of nausea slam over her. She heaved and gasped, turning her head away from the scene as she clutched over her mouth and tried<i>desperately</i>to keep her lunch from joining the already gruesome mess splattered across the room. Tears sprang to her eyes and she wheezes, snot dribbling past her nose along the length of her fingers as she searched the gory disaster for any sign of her sister. ”M-mel…” She couldn’t restrain the sob that escaped her as she finally spotted her twin and staggered towards her.<br/><br/>Slouched against a cabinet in the kitchen, there was Melody.. curled up, hugging her knees and staring out. Harmony dropped beside her, her trembling hands reacting slowly, hesitantly to capture her twin’s shoulders and pull her within the safety of her arms. ”A-are you okay? What h-happened?!” She stammered, her fingers tracing along her sister’s form tentatively – checking for wounds as she waited for some kind of answers.. Or<i>anything</i>at this point, really. Anything that made her forget whatever the hell it was that she just saw in the dining room behind her.<br/>