5
Chelsey
After Melody was finished with her shower, she hesitantly crawled into the bed next to mine. The springs creaked as she tried to find a comfortable position. “Nice,” she muttered. “I really freaken hate this place.”
“Do you want me to turn off the television?” I asked. I was flipping through the channels, curious to see if there had been any reports on our parents’ murders, or any mention of Club Nightshade. Nobody seemed to be reporting anything.
“No,” she said. “It’s okay if you leave it on. I can’t sleep when it’s too quiet anyway.”
“Okay. I’ll wait until you’re asleep and then shut it down.”
She turned to her side and looked at me. “How’s your head? Better?”
“A little,” I replied.
“There’s a soda machine outside. If you drink something with caffeine, it will probably
