Authors Note: Okay, it doesn't seem very Avatarish in the beginning. But it will don't worry.
Melissa slowly opened her eyes and looked around the dark room. Reached for her alarm clock and turned it off. Wearily got up out of bed and reached for her closet to get clothes. This was her morning routine, it was just another day. Outside her little room she heard yelling, it was her parents. They have been fighting more. Each time getting longer and louder. Melissa ran to the door and listened intently. The yelling was distorted and she couldn't make it out. Then there was utter silence.
She looked through the crack of the door, blinded by the light streaming through. All that could be made out was the two figures shadows. One of them grabbed a glass vase that was placed on the table beside them. The glass shattered making Melissa's ears sore. "What was that?" asked a little girls voice.
It was Emily, Melissa's five-year-old sister. She had to share a room with her ever since she was born. The teenager walked towards her and said, "It's nothing. Just go to sleep."
Emily smiled and laid back down. Before long she was asleep. Outside the room, her mother screamed, "It's over!"
Footsteps were heard running up the stairs, then the sound of a door slamming. Melissa sat on her bed. She wasn't shocked, she knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Emily sat up in bed again, "What is happening?"
Her older sister looked at her. "Nothing, you don't need to worry about it yet." she replied.
The little girl got up and walked to her sister, "Tell me."
Melissa shook her head. "You will find out." she hugged the little girl.
After a few minutes, Emily pushed away. "I want to go see mommy."
Emily reached for the door but froze with her hand on the handle. "What?"
"Mom is asleep. Don't disturb her." Melissa stood up and grabbed her sisters hand, "Just go back to sleep."
The little girl sighed as she jumped into bed. "I'll wake you up in two hours. Today is your first day of school." said Melissa as she tucked her sister in. "I got to go get ready okay? Stay in bed."
Melissa reached for the door and stepped out into the hall. She looked downstairs to see her dad sitting at the table with his head in his hands. He felt her presence, "I'm moving back to England." he said. "And I'm taking Emily with me."
She clutched her hands onto the oak railing, "Don't you dare touch Emily!"
He looked up at her and saw fear in her golden eyes. "I'm going to and not some bratty teenager is going to stop me."
"I'm not going to let you take Emily!"
"I'm going to whether you want me to or not."
"Get it through your head bitch! I'm not letting you take her!"
He rose from his seat. "What did you just say to me?"
"You heard me!"
Her dad ran to the stairs. Melissa ran to her bedroom door, locked it and closed it. She kept herself outside the door, 'He is not going to get her if I have anything to say about it.' she thought. He came to her, raised his arm and slapped her across the face. The frail teenager fell to the ground and laid against the wall. The dad reached down, picked her up and threw her at the other wall. She laid there, quickly removing one of her earrings. With the earring in her hand, she tackled the middle-aged man and stabbed him. It barely left a mark. He grabbed her arm and held her up in the air, she jumped at him and bit his ear. He dropped her and rubbed his ear. Melissa then punched him in the stomach and pushed him to the stairs. He looked at her with anger.
Melissa didn't move, she waited for him to get up, but he didn't. "If you take her, I will kill you." she said looking at him with anger.
He stared at her and didn't make a sound. It seemed he had used all of his energy beating her up. She shook her head and turned her back to the door. As she reached for the key, she felt a sharp point going into her back. "If you move, you die." he quietly whispered in her ear. Melissa froze with the key in her hand.
"It's my pocket knife in case you're wondering." he whispered again.
Melissa closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't think what to do. The only thing she could think of was that he won. He will take Emily and she will never see her sister again. She opened her eyes and fell to the right with the knife cutting across her back. She could feel the hot red blood drip out and stain her black shirt.
Without thinking, she kicked him off his feet with one slight kick. He fell onto the oak railing leaning near the edge. She smirked and pushed him down. The man quickly fell to the ground, making a large thud that could be heard throughout the house. Within seconds the bedroom door was swung open. There was Emily standing in the doorway. Melissa ran to her hugging her. "Come on, we really need to get out of here." she said.
Emily looked at her with confusion but did not ask any questions. Melissa picked up her sister and ran down the stairs. The little girl stared at the man laying on the ground motionless, her eyes grew big. "It's going to be okay Em." said the older sister putting down Emily and going to the man. She searched him and grabbed his wallet. "But we have to get far away from here as possible."
She opened the front door and ran out into the morning world. Not many people were awake since it was only four in the morning. Emily was behind her sister, grabbing her arm. "Where are we going?"
"Far away from here." she replied picking up her sister again.
Across the street there was a bus letting off passengers. Melissa ran to the bus with Emily. "Wait!" she screamed.
The bus driver looked at them and waited. They entered the doors and looked at the driver. "Good morning." smiled the driver.
"Good morning." replied Melissa putting Emily down and reaching into her pocket for the wallet. She reached out for $2.50 and put them into the machine. Emily ran to the back of the bus and sat down, Melissa followed her.
Emily looked at her big sister, "Why are we running away?"
Melissa was quiet for a while, "So we don't get torn apart."
"What do you mean?"
"Dad was going to move back to England. He was going to take you."
"You could come."
"He doesn't want me. I'm not his real daughter, I'm his step-daughter. You're his daughter."
"But I'm mommy's daughter too!"
"He doesn't care. He wants you."
Emily grabbed her sisters hand and said, "Don't leave me."
Melissa smiled at her, "I never will." she wrapped her left arm around the little red head.
"Thank you Missy." said Emily smiling.
"No problem Em."
Emily laid her head on Melissa's shoulder. "Wake me up when we get there."
She nodded her head, "I will Em, don't worry."
Melissa starred out the window, she remembered the first time she met her step-dad. Her mother was so happy. Then the news came that they were getting married, then the news of Emily. All of those events leading to this. Emily was like her very own daughter, her own world. Though they looked nothing alike, they were sisters. Melissa turned her head and looked at her little sister. Red hair covering her face and her blue eyes closed. She was asleep. Melissa yawned and laid her head on Emily's. Before long she was asleep.
She had a sweet dream of her and Emily playing near the river where they used to. The golden sun rays hitting them. The beautiful aroma of roses in the air. There they were, sitting under the great oak making flower crowns. Laughing and talking, just like they had no worries. In the distance, there mother appeared. She was waving at them and screaming their names with a smile of an angel. Both of the daughters smiled towards her. But then Clouds darkened the sky, the day turned to night. Their dad appeared behind their mother with a knife. He rose it and with a flash of lightning, he plunged it into the heart of his wife. The dream began to shatter and Melissa was left in darkness, alone.
Her eyes opened with fear. The dream was gone, but the feeling of being loss and alone was still in her. Melissa looked around, she was no longer on the bus, she wasn't even home. She was somewhere in the woods, somewhere she had never been before, but it seemed familiar. Her sister was no longer near her, and she felt awake. Melissa pinched her arm as hard as she could. The arm turned red and she felt the pain. She wasn't asleep, so where was she? Where was Emily?
Melissa stood up, and a lemur landed on her head. She began to scream, "Get it off!"
"Momo?" asked a familiar voice.
The teenager turned around to see a little boy with an arrow on his head looking at her. "Aang?"
"Yeah, have we met?" he asked.
"No. Because you're not real! Where am I?" asked Melissa in fear as Momo flew to Aang.
Authors Note: Okay, that little fight between Melissa and her step-dad, that actually happened to my friend. She is my main character. Whenever we hanged out she said she wanted to escape. Avatar: The Last Airbender was her escape from the real world.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar.