Forty Nine

Melody's POV:

I closed the front door behind me, quietly and made my way upstairs towards my room. The lounge was dark.

That's fine. Nobody's awake.

I had no idea what time it was. Probably hours after midnight. I pushed my room's door and got inside. I looked at the crumbled sheets on the bed and closed my eyes.

I had been so eager to go there. I hadn't felt more stupid than this. I was crazy thinking it meant something. I was crazy believing in that stupid dream.

"You took more than two hours, you know." I heard a voice behind me.

I was surprised he's still awake. I couldn't imagine him being a decent brother, or stepbrother, who cares about the sister.

"Yeah, well, there was...traffic." I said quietly.

I almost cursed my voice at that moment. Anybody could make out the misery in it.

You're not miserable at all.

Of course I'm not. It wasn't my fault I got such a stupid dream about a stupid beach. It wasn't my fault I saw stupid hallucinations over there. It wasn't my fault I couldn'