Hailey smiled at Melinda and stood in the spot where she told her to, waiting. Melinda’s house seemed like a nice place. Hailey hadn’t lived in such a homely place in a very long time, ever since her grandmother passed away. She looked out onto the neighbourhood full of lovely houses just like this one. If Hailey got took in with a good foster family maybe she would of lived in a world just like this one she was experiencing right now. It sure would of made a difference.
It didn’t take long for Melinda to convince her absent parents that her new friend was going to live with them. Their responses were “A friend?” and “That’s nice, Honey.” Melinda sighed, a bit disappointed that they didn’t put up any sort of fuss about it or act as though it was a big deal, but she shrugged. She loved them anyways. She came back downstairs. “They said yeah.” she told Hailey with a smile. “I’ll show you your room. You can borrow some of my clothes, if you want.” she looked down at the girl, who was two or three inches shorter than her. “They might be a little long on you.” she stated, smiling. “And they’re not all this vampiric, I promise.”
Hailey looked at the girl once again, really observing her. Hailey saw pain and sadness behind her eyeliner lined eyes. Maybe she just needed a friend.. much like herself. Hailey nodded, smiling. “Yes, i’d love to check it out!” Hailey was again shocked at someone even taking an interest in her, it was so weird meeting all these new faces and most of them actually wanted to find out what was underneath Hailey’s shy face and bright blue eyes. It was the total opposite of what people acted towards her at the home. Though, her grandmother, whom she loved and always will love dearly, treated Hailey like she was the most special girl on the planet. Like you would be making a huge mistake if you even thought to decline her offer in friendship.. but unfortunately that is just not what Hailey thought of herself.
Melinda smiled, turning around. “Cool.” she said, her voice was quiet but underneith it there was hope. “Careful to follow me, it’s easy to get lost around these parts.” she warned maneuvering out of the slightly deserted area they were in and back into town, passed a very crooked stopsign and into a neighborhood. The pair passed by a playground and Melinda sighed, spotting the sight of her first kiss, where all her troubles began when the rumors spread that they did more, and she shook the memories out of her mind. “Here it is,” she announced, coming upon a house of one who was wealthy but not living in the lap of luxury. “Casa del Cole.” she smiled softly, walking inside. “If you want to wait here, Hailey, I can go tell my parents about you right quick.”
Hailey’s face lit up at the sight of someone actually saying she could stay with them. “Wow.. really? well, i wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble..” Hailey looked down, fingering one of the rips in her jeans. She didn’t like to think of the past because it was mostly all depressing. “I’m actually from Dublin, ireland. More specifically, i was at a children’s home before i got here.”
Melinda shrugged. “Hey, if you need a place to stay, then I don’t mind letting you stay at my place. My parents are cool about that.” she admitted. Melinda was, once again, hoping she’d found someone who’d care. She lifted a brow as Hailey said her place of origin. “Ireland, really?” she asked, then she nodded. “That’s really interested. I’m from the next town over, but Crooked Hallows is really nice. It kind of makes you never want to leave.” She said, but she was the only person who didn’t feel that way. She needed an escape from all the talking. She needed.. she wasn’t sure. It was all so confusing. She was seventeen. That was too young to be concerned with death, and yet, she had been forced into a world of darkness and depression. “That’s really sad. Do you wanna come back to my house and check the place out?”
Hailey breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the person who made the noise was just a girl, average height with all dark features. “It’s okay.” Laughed Hailey. She’d been used to people appearing out of nowhere and introducing themselves by now, it was happening every single minute. Usually back at the home, no one ever wanted anything to do with Hailey and she didn’t want anything to do with them, either. She was known for being a bit of a loner. “Nice name. I’m Hailey.” She smiled at the girl. “I was just looking for some place to stay since i sort of ended up here.. you wouldn’t know of any good accommodations, would you?” She asked.
Melinda half smiled at Hailey’s visual relief, and the laughter that came from her lips. She nodded, “It’s nice to meet you, Hailey.” Melinda said politely, pushing dark curls from her pale face and hissing in pain as her hand knocked against an eyebrow piercing. It stung. She didn’t hear Hailey at first, due to being distracted by pain, but then her mind registered the words. “What? Oh. Um. No.” Melinda said, smiling apologetically, shrugging. “Although, my house has a guest room. I could talk to my parents about you staying with us, if you want. Where are you from?” she asked, shoving her fingertips into her jean pockets.
Hailey sighed happily, taking in the beautiful fresh breeze while walking around Crooked Hallows looking for somewhere she could live, she didn’t know how long she would be here and she knew that the people at the childrens’ home wouldn’t come searching for her straight away. God, they wouldn’t even realize she’d been gone. Hailey walked happily down the main street, passing the cafe. There must be a hotel or something somewhere nearby! Heading into a more deserted area, Hailey jumped and whizzed round as she heard a crack of a branch.
Like normal, Melinda was creeping around Crooked Hallows. It was one of her favourite things to do, explore and eavesdrop and see what there was to find. She looked at the walkman in her hand, contemplating it. If she did kill herself, if she did record the tapes and sent them out.. would anyone listen? Would anyone care? No. Melinda knew that no one would care if she killed herself. She sighed, maneuvering easily in black skinny jeans, the grey sweater clinging to her in certain places but hanging loose in other because it was oversized. She spotted a blonde and grew curious. Who was she? Why were all these new people showing up? Melinda couldn’t help but wonder where she was going, so she decided she would see, though she felt a bit like a stalker. Then, of course, Melinda had to step on a branch and blow her cover. The blonde spun around, and she instantly saw Melinda. The darker-styled girl held her hands up in defense. “I’m not a stalker, I swear. You look like you’re new here. I’m Melinda.”