Scarlett Stains

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Jaxon isn’t really anything special. He’s hot, but I look for personality. And he has about as much charm as a dead slug. Isaac has plenty though.

No, Scarlett, keep Isaac out of your head! He doesn’t want you.

I want him to want me.

I almost feel like I need to change to be perfect for him.

I can’t go back now. My sins have stained me so red that I need not be named Scarlett, but something darker, deeper.

If I want Isaac, I’m going to have to rewind my life, erase those sins, those stains. My scarlett stains. I guess for the first time, my name actually makes sense. I am a bright red orange crayon, slowly, melting leaving my mark on everyone and everything I’m around. Writing my message clear across the clean walls. My life will never be the same, I am slowly disintegrating into a world where I am no longer a sweet and innocent deacon’s daughter.

I slam on the brakes right before I hit the car in front of me. It’s all going too fast.

“Scarlett! Watch where you are going! You were going 70! Let me drive!”

“I am perfectly fine driving. Just chill.”

“I can’t chill, you nearly killed us!”

“Whatever.”

I need to quit getting lost in my thoughts.

My life needs a turn around.

But where do I start? Where do I begin? My life is staining darker, darker, less and less orange, more red, until it turns blood red, then deeper, more to a burgundy, until it finally stops into a dark brown red mahogany. I need to turn around. I need to be more orange, more clean until I am once again little Scarly with a scarlett Crayola and a “Adam and Eve” coloring book. Maybe like them, it is too late.

No, God gives second chances, right?

I’m not doing this just for Isaac, I am doing this for me. I no longer want to be the slut. It ends tonight. Right after Jaxon. I must clean up my act, clean up my life until it is whiter than the bright white walls that I colored on as a toddler.

This is my decision, my choice, my life, my stains.

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