The Life Of Melissa Greenheart

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Melissa: From This Roleplay: School Of Protectors
Info: This story is about Melissa Greenheart, before the events that transpires in the School Of Protectors Story. I hope you enjoy it. Please refrain from commenting here. Likes, dislikes, rainbows and so on are gladly taken, PMs for questions or other things is welcomed as well.

Name: Melissa Greenheart.


Age: Twenty-One.


Magic: Grimoire of dimensional magics: Summonings, Destructive, Sacrifices.


Personality: Sweet, Passionate, Focused, dutifull.


Occupation: Last Year Student At The School Of Protectors.


Pet: Dragonlike Creature Named: Lizzy.

Chapter 1: A Chaotic Childhood

Glass shattering. Then a table. Then a chair. A crack in the wall made the whole house shake. Shouts and screams. Another glass breaking. Voices that seemed to roar at each other, though the words could not be identified. Not because that they were unclear or otherwise comprehended by the building, but because Melissa was sitting with her hands pressed tightly against her ears, to drown out as much of the noise as she possibly could. She was pressing so hard, that her ears had started to bleed. Having sore ears in the morning was better than the alternative though, listening to her older brother and sister fighting once again. This had become a daily routine that started around five in the afternoon, and didn't end until one of them decided to go to bed, around one AM. Melissa was eight years old at this point, her brother was twenty-three and her sister was twenty-five. Their parents no longer existed in this world, if in any world at all. Life had taken a turn for the worse after Melissa and her siblings lost their parents, and it had started to shake the faith that Melissa had inhabited from her loving parents, when they were alive. She remembered when they took her to church, remembered all the wedding ceremonies that they all volunteered for, alongside charity for the church. It had been just like any other family life, until it was no longer like any family at all.

Melissa had been told that a storm had been ravaging the evening that her parents died. They had been out walking, if Melissa remembered correctly, they had finally gotten time for a date night, though at the age of four, Melissa had troubles understanding what a date night entailed. She wasn't sure why she couldn't remember the rest of the events that followed that evening. All she knew was that she was, at some point, told that her parents would not be returning, and that her care was being given over to her brother and sister. It all went fine for a while, but then the challenges started to occur. It was stressful for a brother and a sister to suddenly having lost their parents and getting the responsibility for a child that still needed caring. Her brother started to work as a driver in the night, and as a hotel receptionist at day, and her sister started to work at erotic clubs, to make sure they could get enough income to pay for their family home, as well as feeding their little sister. It was too much though, they couldn't handle the pressure, and slowly, they started to change. They became more aggressive and tired, fighting all the time and yelling. At this point, Melissa was six years old, two years later after their parents death. They never touched Melissa, besides when they wanted to care for her and play with her. They never raised a hand at her, but to each other? They often went to bed with a blue eye or marks on their bodies, from fighting.

Melissa had been living in this confrontational life, that had been going on for the last four years, and it had only gotten worse over time. During those years, Melissa had learned to hide under her bed and cover her ears as much as she could, to keep the bad words and the hostility at bay. Of course, it was impossible to stay completely out of it, but she did what she could. This night was no different. The arguing had gone on for hours and hours, but it was quieting down now. After another thirty minutes of low talking voices, her sister came up the stairs and went into her own bedroom. Then, as always, her brother came up, fifteen minutes later, and went to his own bedroom. The rest of the night was silent, besides in Melissa's room. If the walls had ears, quiet sobbing would be audible, but only just, as she made sure that her older siblings wouldn't hear it. She stayed under her bed, as she had done the other evenings as well, and felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. For another fifteen minutes, she stayed like that, until she couldn't keep herself awake anymore, and she collapsed into sleep, under the bed.

The next morning, she woke up at six AM. She got out from under her bed and tiptoed over to the door leading into her small room. First she put an ear to the door, listening for any sounds of warning that would tell her she should stay inside, but there was nothing. Then she peeked out of the keyhole, trying to spot any signs of warning. Nothing. Finally, she cracked the door open slowly and poked her head out. Snoring could be heard, from both rooms. Melissa let go of the air she hadn't realised she was keeping in her lungs, and it felt good. Like a million rocks were being taken off her small shoulders. She went back to her drawers and got her school uniform out. It was Tuesday morning and she had school. She got dressed in white knee-high socks, a black skirt that went down to her ankles, black shoes, black t-shirt and a black jacket. She calmed her white short hair, so it at least looked like she hadn't slept under her bed instead of in it. Then she grabbed her schoolbag and went quietly out of her room. She tiptoed down the creaking stairs, no one woke up. She got to the front door and grabbed her own keys from the small hanger next to the door. She took a hold of the doorknob and twisted it to the right side, slowly opening it and going out. She had managed to leave the house without any challenges, which meant that she at least would be getting a good start to the day.

She walked down the street, like any other school girl would, and watched as the cars were passing by her. A few people that she met on the side walk said good morning and smiled at her, and she gently smiled back and said good morning to those. On the outside, people would never notice that anything was wrong with Melissa and her family life. Of course people knew about the trouble that the Greenheart family had been going through, what with their parents dying and all that, but to know that the older siblings were fighting so badly, was not something that could be seen on Melissa. She was a smiling girl and a happy girl. At least until she got home from school and the whole cycle started to repeat itself again.

The school wasn't that far away, it took her about fifteen minutes to get to it when she walked. There was a school bus that she could take, but they had to pay a monthly fee to use it, and Melissa's siblings didn't have enough money for it. It had also been a topic of heated debate in the home of the Greenhearts, but Melissa had killed it before that debate had gotten out of hand, by promising both of her siblings that it really was okay that she walked to the school. At first, they didn't want to accept that their little sister had to walk all alone to the school in the morning, but after more reassuring from Melissa, they had agreed to let her do as she wished. That part was at least something they respected and had been able to go with for the last year or so.

She always arrived at the school at time, despite how tired she could be some mornings. She didn't always fall asleep around two AM, sometimes she didn't sleep until four, and then she would have to get up after two hours again. A girl her age, well, she looked tired if she didn't sleep enough. However people didn't question it much. The teachers had tried to talk with her about it, but she had reassured them as well, that nothing was wrong. It was amazing that everyone believed the little eight year old girl, but she was very persuasive, and her positive personality made people believe that there really was nothing wrong at all. She did her homework, got to classes on time, helped with chores around the school and stayed for as long as she could, helping the janitor clean up. She enjoyed those quiet times at the school with the janitor, he was a sweet man and it was a good way to experience quiet time. The janitor was probably the only one thinking something was wrong, but he couldn't bear to bring the family any more trouble than they had already had. So he let Melissa work with him, while he chatted with her and told her stories, which made her small face light up with smiles and giggles all the time.

But, as it is with everything, there always came a time where they would have to say goodbye to one another, and leave for their homes, and it was around six PM that that time arrived. Melissa smiled at the janitor, gave him a hug and a wave, and then started walking towards her home. It took exactly fifteen minutes to get home, just like it had taken exactly fifteen minutes to get to school. And as always, arguing could be heard as soon as she opened the door. There was something different about their arguing this time though, it was louder and more violent. Melissa closed the door behind behind her and put her schoolbag down. Then she went to the edge of the wall, that led into the living-room and listened. She didn't understand anything, it was something about money and banks and the house being taken, but all the technical words were lost on her. Her sister was very angry though, more so than she had ever been before, and the same with her brother. They were both blaming each other for the problems they were facing, and things started flying again. Melissa could feel the tears starting to form in her eyes, before they slowly started to trickle down her cheeks. She went around the corner of the wall, as she wanted to help this time, but as she did, a bottle broke behind her and sent shattering glass into the back of her head. She felt something warm trickle down her neck and saw her brother and sister look at her with terrified and scared eyes. They had stopped arguing. Melissa smiled 'They stopped arguing..I helped...' she thought to herself, and just after that, she hit the floor, and everything went black.

End Of Chapter 1: A Chaotic Childhood.