Free Dream Haunter by Shayna Corinne Page A

hope
that he can forgive me,” She thinks to
herself.
      Melody stares at the
glass incasing her, becoming more and more enraged with the fact
someone is trying to injure Sam. Tears burn down her cheeks as she
rams her side into the glass, barely scratching it. Her voice
shakes as she screams and prays all in the same breath while she
runs into the glass again; this time it shatters into a million
broken pieces across the tiled floor. Melody’s adrenalin pumps as
she lifts herself from the pile of glass, her feet and arms bleed
as she bounces on her toes, reaching out for the door handles,
pulling it open. A gust of wind, cold and hard, whips around her,
tugging at her soul as it takes her back to Sam.
    Once her feet come back into view she
recognizes the warm carpeting of Sam’s living room, her muscles
relax just the slightest. Someone is shouting down the hall,
breaking her relaxation. She runs through his apartment, pushing
each door open as she runs past them, yelling for Sam. Her feet
skid to a halt in front of the bathroom door, listening to the
shouting voices on the other side.
    “ I didn't mean to!” Adam
shouts.
    “ Why did you take her from
me? You didn't need to bring her into this! Just because you lost
someone you loved doesn’t mean you have to take someone I love to
even the score,” Sam cries.
    “ Yes I do!”
*thud*
    Melody counts out three thuds before
pushing the bathroom door open. The two young men are throwing wild
punches at each other, ignoring her presence. Adam pins Sam to the
floor, his fist rising and falling as he pounds it against Sam’s
jaw. Melody grabs a dark green hair brush from the counter, a few
of Sam’s shaggy hairs are tangled around the teeth and fall out of
the brush as she smashes it across the back of Adam’s head. His
hand goes to his head, nursing the throbbing pain, as Sam pushes
himself from the floor, grabbing Melody’s arm as he runs out of the
apartment.
    His feet pound down the cement stairs
to the parking garage, pulling Melody along behind him. Sam riffles
through the left pocket of his jeans for his keys as the run up to
the side of his car. He jiggles the key into the lock; it makes a
popping sound right before he and Melody jump in. He locks the
doors as Melody slides into the seat.
    Sam stares across the dashboard at the
grey concrete slab in front of them, refusing to look at Melody;
his knuckles go white as he squeezes the steering wheel. He refuses
to look at Melody, making her wonder if Adam told him about last
night. Sam takes a deep breath and turns the key in the ignition,
the car makes a few coughing noises before starting. Melody stares
out the passenger window, watching the street names “Times street”
and “Rose road” fly by them. Sam pulls the station wagon into the
parking lot of a rundown park; its swing set and jungle gym are
rusting under the wet piles of red and yellow leaves.
    “ This is where it happened,”
Sam says as he kills the engine, staring down the slope of a hill
that sits in front of us.
    Melody notices a few patches of grass
that have managed to break free of the multicolored blanket of
fall, along with a rusted bench that sits between the leafless oak
trees. She rests her head against the window, cold under her cheek,
moving her eyes just enough to look at him.
    “ Where what happened?” she
asks, though she isn’t fully paying attention.
    Sam runs a hand across his face, his
eyes not wanting to look at Melody just yet, but she’s the only one
that he can tell. “Where Jet and I stopped being friends… well I
guess you call him Adam now. This is where he almost killed me,” he
forces his eyes to flick over to Melody, her body curled against
the window only a few feet away from him, though it feels like she
is just a small speck in the distance. “I had just told him that I
was there the day his mom died; I was what she ran into. I was
fine, just a few scrapes and bruises. I didn't kill her, she had a
bad