Death

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(Scarlet's POV)
Where am I?
I look around and see I'm surrounded by nothing. There's no buildings, no trees, no people, no nothing.
Hello?
"Scarlet."
I jump, recognizing that voice: the devil.
What are you doing here?
"I think that's something I should be asking you."
Where is this place?
"Don't you recognized it? Maybe this will remind you."
Suddenly I'm back at the old orphanage where I grew up.
I see children running around.
I walk around and see a girl outside.
She's no older than 16 and she's smoking.
Is that me?
"13? 13! 13! Where are you?"
The headmistress seeing me smoking and smacks it out of my hand.
"Hey!"
She smacks me and drags me back inside.
"Filthy animal. Filthy filthy filthy animal!"

Suddenly then I'm back and face to face with the devil.
"Now do you know where we are?"
Hell.
The devil smiles."try again."
Suddenly I'm back seeing the very first time i meet Caleb. He spun me around and the lights exploded.
I smile remembering that.
Caleb...
I then see memory after memory of me and Caleb.
Every time we had together.
They all seem to be flashing before my eyes but I feel as if I'm reliving every single one of them.
The memories go by one after another after another, they feel like they're flying before my eyes.
Then suddenly I'm not with Caleb anymore.
I don't see either one of us anywhere.
Hello?
I start to walk and eventually I need up in a park, it late at night and no one is here.
This is strange I feel like I know this place.
I see a woman with a box by the center of the park. She looks around almost as if to see that no one is watching.
I hide behind a tree.
Is that me?
She looks like me. Even in the night, I can tell we have the same eyes and face. She's wearing a hat but I can see bits of pink hair under it.
Suddenly the box starts crying.
"No no baby. Shh. Shh. That's a good girl."
She sets the box down by a large tree.
She starts to leave but the box cry again.
"No baby no. Don't cry." She sounds like she's about to." by morning someone will find you and you'll be all alright okay?"
She starts to leave again but the crying continues.
"Please just go to sleep!" She casts a spell and the box goes silent.
She slowly starts to walk away and once she realizes the box doesn't cry anymore, she races off.
Once the woman is gone I walk over to the box. There I see a little baby girl wrapped in a blanket.
Is...is that me?

"Any guesses as to where we are now?"
Are we in my past or something?
"Technically you're memories but you were pretty close.
Why? Why are here?
"What do you think?"
Am I dead?
He laughs.
It's not funny!
"Man why is that always people's first guess? Irony got it love it. But no honey you ain't dead. Close. And very arrange able. But not dead."
What do you mean arrange able?
"Well you're here because you want to die and move on don't you?"
No! Why would you even think I'd want to that?!
"Hey that's the only reason we're here honey. If you don't want to die then just wake up and go back to your witchy life of spells and curses and shit."
Fine I will.
I start to walk away but then suddenly I start to hear voices.
"You damn freak!"
"Why would anyone want a girl like you."
"No one can ever love you!"
No stop it it's not true!
"I hate you."
"13 is an absolute menus I can't bear to have her around the other children."
"You can never be a mother!"
I stop walking. I look back at the devil.
Is that true?
"You tell me?"
More and more words flood my thoughts. All from my memory.
What if they are right and I shouldn't go back.
But what can I do?
"Why don't you stay here with me?"
What?
"Like I said stay here. The choice is yours, my dear."
I take a moment to think about it. Honestly the more and more I think about, the more and more ideal it sounds. I mean what have I got back there? With everything that's happened-

"What kind of messed up words are you putting in my daughter's head devil?"

Who said that?!?!

Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see a woman about my age with pink hair just like mine. She's dressed in a punk rock outfit only it looks like it's from the 2000s.

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