Post by Melody Bang-Bala G6 on Oct 21, 2009 10:26:53 GMT
((Okies, first of all... nope, I haven't finished off the first part of my plot where I actually put Melody in jail. Yes, I am going to post it up. However, I just miss posting in general and I felt like doing something with Melody's plot so... here we go. Matt, you know most of the plot - if you've remembered it; PM me if you want to check what's going on!))
Dear Matt,
I've been trying to decide whether to write to you for weeks and weeks. I know that you'll have heard about what I did in the Daily Prophet and from about every other form of media as well, so I don't know whether that means you'll hate me now. It wouldn't be unreasonable if you did. I've had lots of hate letters from people I used to know and even like, and several death threats. But the letter that upset me the most was one praising me for what I've done; that was horrible. Maybe I'm getting what I'd always wanted... I did always want to be famous. But no one ever dreams of being infamous, do they?
I do know that I've done a despicable thing, and all those articles calling me a monster are probably right. I even ran away from the law to start with, rather than face up to what I'd done... I don't know why. Everything's a bit of a blur in my memory around that time, but I suppose maybe I was scared of facing my family, and my friends, like you... after what I'd done. My dad hates me far more than any of the people who have sent me hate mail and death threats; I killed his mother and he will never see me as anything other than a monster now. The thing is, I don't really feel like a monster - I just don't understand, or remember, what happened. I don't understand why I'd have done it. I was so sure when I was arrested; everything was clear in my mind and the words just came out on their own... I only realised what I'd done after I'd described it in words - I almost didn't care before that, terrible as that is.
I really hope that this letter won't be making you hate me more. It might be dangerous for you that I've sent you a letter - possibly people will hate my friends as much as they hate me. So hide the letter, don't tell anyone. Don't even tell Zoey... I don't know what she thinks about it all but it'd be better just not to mention it. I really hope that she's doing well as Vice Captain. I really miss both of you. It's very lonely here. There are very few people who have done anything as bad as I have, so everyone hates me of course. It's a rough place to be, but I suppose I'll end up just like all the others in the end and not care anymore. At least it's not Azkaban. I have to do four years in there once I've turned seventeen next year, and then they'll let me out. I got a short sentence because I'm a 'young offender', but it seems like an impossibly long time to me. I don't know what I'll do when I do get let out, anyway - they snapped my wand in half. I probably won't get much of a chance to do anything once everyone's carried out their death threats five times over, I suppose.
I'm not going to talk about me any longer, because there isn't an awful lot to say. Did Slytherin steamroller Gryffindor in the first match of the year? I hope not. How are you getting on as Beater? If you're thinking tactically then you ought to be the starting team by now. It's hard to imagine what's going on in the real world, we're so cut off here. Please send me news, if you don't mind writing to me. Otherwise don't write, and I'll know that you want to forget that you were my friend and won't send you any more letters. I don't want to cause you any more trouble than I already have and I'm sorry that I've let you down.
Melody
Dear Matt,
I've been trying to decide whether to write to you for weeks and weeks. I know that you'll have heard about what I did in the Daily Prophet and from about every other form of media as well, so I don't know whether that means you'll hate me now. It wouldn't be unreasonable if you did. I've had lots of hate letters from people I used to know and even like, and several death threats. But the letter that upset me the most was one praising me for what I've done; that was horrible. Maybe I'm getting what I'd always wanted... I did always want to be famous. But no one ever dreams of being infamous, do they?
I do know that I've done a despicable thing, and all those articles calling me a monster are probably right. I even ran away from the law to start with, rather than face up to what I'd done... I don't know why. Everything's a bit of a blur in my memory around that time, but I suppose maybe I was scared of facing my family, and my friends, like you... after what I'd done. My dad hates me far more than any of the people who have sent me hate mail and death threats; I killed his mother and he will never see me as anything other than a monster now. The thing is, I don't really feel like a monster - I just don't understand, or remember, what happened. I don't understand why I'd have done it. I was so sure when I was arrested; everything was clear in my mind and the words just came out on their own... I only realised what I'd done after I'd described it in words - I almost didn't care before that, terrible as that is.
I really hope that this letter won't be making you hate me more. It might be dangerous for you that I've sent you a letter - possibly people will hate my friends as much as they hate me. So hide the letter, don't tell anyone. Don't even tell Zoey... I don't know what she thinks about it all but it'd be better just not to mention it. I really hope that she's doing well as Vice Captain. I really miss both of you. It's very lonely here. There are very few people who have done anything as bad as I have, so everyone hates me of course. It's a rough place to be, but I suppose I'll end up just like all the others in the end and not care anymore. At least it's not Azkaban. I have to do four years in there once I've turned seventeen next year, and then they'll let me out. I got a short sentence because I'm a 'young offender', but it seems like an impossibly long time to me. I don't know what I'll do when I do get let out, anyway - they snapped my wand in half. I probably won't get much of a chance to do anything once everyone's carried out their death threats five times over, I suppose.
I'm not going to talk about me any longer, because there isn't an awful lot to say. Did Slytherin steamroller Gryffindor in the first match of the year? I hope not. How are you getting on as Beater? If you're thinking tactically then you ought to be the starting team by now. It's hard to imagine what's going on in the real world, we're so cut off here. Please send me news, if you don't mind writing to me. Otherwise don't write, and I'll know that you want to forget that you were my friend and won't send you any more letters. I don't want to cause you any more trouble than I already have and I'm sorry that I've let you down.
Melody