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.


12. Decisions, decisions

She awoke that morning, feeling as though she hadn't slept at all. The mirror on her wall screamed a ragged, rough looking girl with bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair which Scarlett found hard to believe was herself. Her mind roved back to the night and she gasped aloud, pulling back her sleeve only to see the crustiness of dried blood. 

Her head dropped in shame. She hadn't promised herself not to do it again but she was so close to being happy and whole again. Her scars had almost healed. She only just noticed the burning in her arms but got annoyed at it. She didn't want to feel if it meant feeling like this. 

Heart broken and depressed, she changed her clothes for school and ran a brush through her hair. Not bothering with makeup, she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs only to see a surprise figure at the table. 

"Oh. Hi" She said awkwardly. Surely you weren't meant to feel so awkward around your own parents.

"Sit." Her father said, not taking his eyes off his newspaper. Scarlett rolled her eyes and sat at the table, putting her bag down.

"What up homie?" She said childishly, trying to humor her stony father.

He set his newspaper down and looked at her with a piercing gaze. 

"Do you want to move school?" He said, clearly not wanting to beat around the bush and ignoring her attempt at a joke.

Scarlett reeled back angrily.


"Why not?" He persisted, "You could go to a better school, much closer to home."

Scarlett figured he didn't realise that the only reason she went to a school faraway was to get away from him.

"I like it here." She stated simply.

"Like it?!" He roared in laughter suddenly, startling Scarlett slightly. "Don't kid me around girl. I've gotten atleast 20 phone calls from your school from petty teachers being concerned about you. They said you're always alone and looking like a loner," He giggled, completely unlike himself.

Scarlett frowned, "And shall I tell you a little tip for life, Scar?" He said, hiccuping himself into seriousness, "You don't get emotionally attached to things, okay? It kills you on the inside. Nobody truly loves you. Everyone in life only wants to get ahead. You do not love or like because that's like handing yourself to Satan." He said, smiling grimly.

Her father was acting nothing like normal and it scared Scarlett a lot, but she couldn't help but think of his words. 

Silently, she got up and walked out of the front door, ignoring her father's voices demanding why she was leaving. 

It kills you on the inside, Scarlett was definitely dying on the inside, everyone in life wants to get ahead, that she kind of agreed with. Maybe he was right. Maybe the only way to be successful was to get as far away from the people she loved and to never love again.

She was so deep in thought, she didn't even realise she was already inside school until two very familiar boys came up to her, smiling in greeting.

"Guys," She started, her thoughts clouded, "I'm moving school."

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