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| Scene Title | Dying For a Vision |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Melissa makes a change, and thinks about the vision she had. |
| Date | June 13, 2010 |
After leaving Messiah's warehouse, Melissa made a side-trip. It didn't take long, she only had one thing to pick up. After that, she went home and straight upstairs. Kendall was probably home, but Mel figures he's probably playing the Wii or reading one of the comics he got. And really, she didn't need any company for this.
Into her bedroom she goes, shutting the door and moving to the small stereo she keeps in her room. A few presses of her finger has music playing, and she smiles a little as Godsmack's Voodoo starts playing. It has a good beat, and the song is oddly fitting. For now, anyway. At least it feels that way.
I'm not the one who's so far away, when I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
She goes into the bathroom, leaving the door open. She sets the small plastic bag on the counter and pulls the box inside out. Just seeing it made her smile fade. It made her think of the last time she was in here, with a duplicate of the box she holds in her hands. Thursday. She hasn't told anyone what happened on Thursday, though she knows that others experienced the same thing. It doesn't make it any easier though. Or make her feel any better.
Never did I wanna be here again, and I don't remember why I came.
She'd picked up a box of dye the night before, after the Messiah meeting, and had come up to her bedroom that night too. She'd opened the box, gotten the little bottles out and mixed it like she was supposed to. Her shirt came off, leaving her in a bra. It was black, so it didn't matter if she got a little dye on it. Black on black wasn't really that noticeable after all.
She'd just started to lift the applicator bottle to start spreading the dye over her hair when it hit her. The vision.
When it passed, Mel was gripping the edge of the counter. Her eyes were too wide, her breath was coming in too fast, too hard. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, trying to figure out what the hell had happened.
She looked down, and the fact that the dye was spilled all over her floor barely registered. A feat, considering she abhorred a mess. It just went to show how shocked she was. Who was that woman? And who did she think Mel was?
She searched her memory, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't remember ever seeing the woman before. It bothered her, a lot. If someone wanted to shoot her, she'd at least like to know why.
With a sigh she pulled her shirt back on and went to go find the bleach.
Candles raise my desire, why I'm so far away.
Remembering, Melissa winced. She still had no idea who the woman was, and had no idea where to start looking. It wasn't as though she had a picture that she could show anyone in hopes of someone knowing her.
No more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay.
Eyes closing, Mel tried to force the vision from her mind. It wasn't easy, even with all the other things that she had going on. Tartarus. The Suresh Center. Messiah. Peter.
Freezing, feeling, breathe in, breathe in…I'm coming back again…
She shook her head. No, don't go there. Don't even go there. With a sigh, she picked up the box, again mixing the bottles then taking her tee-shirt off. As she started to apply the dye, she tried to focus on the music. If there was one thing she could always lose herself in, it was music. Well, music and pain, but where was she supposed to find a fight tonight? There was that fight club, but it wasn't Saturday.
I'm not the one who's so far away, when I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
As the blonde in her hair slowly got covered up by the liquid black, her mind began to drift again. Maybe it was something to do with Messiah that led to her getting a gun pulled on her. There was nothing else she was involved with that she could think of that would have someone wanting to shoot her. Tartarus? No way. Suresh Center? Okay, maybe, but she couldn't see it. Not with just one person.
Never did I wanna be here again, and I don't remember why I came.
No, different topic. But what was there? The bottle is put down, and Mel moves out of the bathroom, turning the stereo up. A pause, then she turned it up again. Maybe now it would drown out the thoughts in her head.
Hazing clouds rain on my head, empty thoughts fill my ears.
A faint smile curved her lips and she went back to the bathroom to finish dying her hair. An hour later, it would be back to normal. Blonde and black mixing in streaks. At least something would be normal.
Find my shade by the moonlight, why my thoughts aren't so clear.
But then again, when has she ever wanted to be normal? As she laughed softly, she thought, Those days are over.
So far away…
I'm not the one who's so far away…
I'm not the one who's so far away…
I'm not the one who's so far away…