<strong>Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>She was in hell, she knew it, these monsters had changed her, changed her body, changed her insides, whatever they were, these people were monsters of the worst kind. How could they be so cruel to do these things to her than make it seem like it was all her fault? Were they that twisted that they would take a poor girl and screw with her so much just because they could?<br/><br/>Melody hated people like that, hated people who had power and thought they owned the world. Her fated was like that. He hated Melody for being born, she was a mistake and he never let her forget it. He had been horrible to her, and told her he could he just because he was her father.<br/><br/>Now these people, how horrible they were to her. How could you make a person that had been through so much suffer even more? They were a heartless corrupt bunch, and as Marco presented her with a choice what could she do? Sure she could go home, look like a freak for the rest of her life and be an outcast forever, or she could go with the doctor (if he really was one), and maybe appeal to him to change all they hand dome to her.<br/><br/>"I will go with Enzo," she said softly, trying not to look like a maniac. She had suffered enough and didn't want to be any where near Marco any longer. He wasthe worst, and the faster she got some distance between them, the better.