“Nope, you aren’t Melody. Get the F$*& out of my house.”
I was completely confused by his reaction, but almost grateful that he had kicked me out. He saved me from having to
tell him I was leaving. I packed what I could into a large
messenger bag and quickly walked out the door.
I had no family, no close friends and honestly, no knowledge of where I actually came from, so when I walked out
the door I was able to wipe the slate clean and start over as
someone else, and for some reason I decided to be someone
named Evangeline.
When I walked into the salon, Gail didn’t even have to ask
why I was there. Written so intently all over my face, I
silently invited a team of girls who were prepared to “fix
me”. Before I knew it, I was turned around in my chair and
staring into the mirror at a completely different person. I
was beautiful. I was soft and almost even sultry in my look.
With my blood red hair and clean skin, I made 19 look
extremely mature.
Gail lived above the salon and offered me a room. She
knew I couldn’t pay her and had no problem telling me how
I could earn the room and board. She had a sister who ran
a coffee shop down the street and I was to report for work
in the morning.
I still had a feeling that things weren’t right. I felt as if I was
in the wrong body. Whatever I had done to myself earlier
with the pills, had made me feel as if I was someone else,
and I still couldn’t come to terms with who I was. I still
didn’t remember anything before today….I knew what had
happened…but I didn’t remember it.
Trust me, I wish I was better at explaining it. It is impossible to, when what was going on wasn’t really supposed to
exist.
I laid down on the most exquisitely soft bed I had ever felt,
with sheets so silky and clean that I felt as if I was embraced
by the arms of heaven itself. Allowing me to find a comfort
I hadn’t felt as of yet. But it wasn’t until I rolled over that I
felt a surge of peace. I couldn’t explain it then, but I swear
I felt the safest arms wrap around me. I felt his breath on the
nape of my neck, and at one point felt a tear run down my
spine. I could hear the echoes of his voice in my pillow. I
ran my hand down the back of my neck and even rolled
over to face this invisible person, but as hard a ́$