Only 15; Broken home; Forgotten parents; Lost in her journey of life.
Scarlett relies on her best friend, music, to get her through life, wishing everybody would leave her alone and forget her so she can live and die in peace. When two persistent ex-best friends pop up, Scarlett not only has to choose between the two, but when given a life-changing choice, choose between her life and another.


11. 3am and the Tears are Flowing

The whole lunchtime fiasco was quickly blown over; They were, after all, best friends, and it was easy to forgive them. Obviously the doubts were still there but it didn't make the slightest difference to their friendship because they were each other's only friends.

The day continued like normal and finished as it would.

Scarlett was perfectly fine when she went to bed. She hadn't cut in a long time and the pain didn't haunt her so much anymore. Her heart shaped pillow curled as she pulled her arms tightly around it, feeling slightly better than she had in a long time. The depression pulled at her mind so often before but now, it didn't seem as harsh; the voices in her mind kind of stopped.

Sleep overtook the young girl's mind happily. With school, homework, and friendship/crush issues, she hadn't gone into a content sleep for some time now.

It was obvious she was feeling better. 

Her mind dissolved into relishing thoughts, all portrayed as dreams to the girl:

"You loser! I don't see why you bother to get up in the morning." I carried on, ignoring the feeble attempts at bullying. "I heard she cuts. What a freak!" "Ew, have you seen the way she dresses? Like black is her one true love. Makes sense- she's never going to find love anyways." My heart exploded with rage. I attacked those stupid, scrawny little girls, clawing away at their layered faces with who knows how many coats of foundation and lipgloss on. This one girl, I punched her in the nose and smiled sweetly because she was crying. She looked at me in pure disgust, "You filthy little kid. People like you disgust me, with all your know-it-all knowledge and stuff. That punch was completely uncalled for." I looked at her, my mouth wide open in shock, and just as I was about to retaliate, flashing faces passed my mind: Frowning faces of Ace and Chase shaking their heads; teachers watching in selfish excitement as they lead me to the office; those girls I just beat up smiling smugly at me, looking -nosebleeds and all- perfect in their prowl. I couldn't take it any more, and I screamed.

Shrill piercing screaming entered Scarlett's ears and just as she realised it was her own, she shot up on her bed. The room was an eerie cold, the darkness making her dizzy.She didn't stop screaming though. Tears poured down her cheeks like Niagra Falls and she jumped out of bed, and turned the light on. Nobody listened to her screaming anymore; it was normal at their house. Heart racing, tears flowing, she pulled on her bedside table drawer, pulling out a blade. 

The shiny metal reflected around the room but Scarlett hardly noticed as she pulled up her sweatshirt sleeve, eager to hurt herself. The first cut hurt slightly. It had been some time since she did this and she watched as all of her other wounds opened up too, having hardly healed. 

A manic smile stood upon her face proudly. 

"Hush little cuts," She whispered to them, "I won't leave you closed for so long again." 

As if that made her feel better, she continued excitedly, pulling the metal to and forth, as blood splashed all around her.

This was just another night in the life of Scarlett.


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...