Chapter 1

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Scarlett's P.O.V.

It's a burden, really. Having the ablility to see into the future. Whenever someone hears about the gift I possess, they try to do anything to find me. While some people want to know what they need to do to save a loved one, others want to know what to do to make themselves better.

The selfish nature of people leads them to fight like savages for even a glance into their future. A future that I won't even reveal. I made that mistake once, when I learned what I could do, when I was naive and underestimated time and its abilities. Never again.

When you change the course time has laid out, it retaliates tenfold. Revealing one's future gives way to a change in that future because they know what to avoid. The consequences are dire. Time is simply there; it is not a force to be messed with.

I wonder why I even have this curse. What have I done to deserve this?

I take a break from my depressing thoughts as I scan the room I'm currently hiding in. It's only been a week, but it feels like it's been months. I guess doing nothing but waiting all day has that effect. It's a small room. the walls are made of concrete. There's a mattress on the floor, a clock that shows the time, 11:45, and the date, 4-22-30, resting atop a one-drawer dresser harboring my three pairs of clothes.

When I hear a noise in the kitchen, I still. I can hear my heart practically beating out of my chest. I know I'm not prepared to fight anyone, but I can run if I need to, so I slowly rise so as not to make a sound and head for the door. It feels like time slows when suddenly the door is opened and I'm standing right in front of a tall man clutching his stomach. He had cerulean blue eyes with the longest eyelashes I've ever seen. His medium-length, messy brown hair lays on top of his head. His words, filled with panic and hope, interrupted my staring: "Help me, please." Not a moment later, he collapses in my arms, smearing warm and sticky blood on my shirt.

Once I get him to my bed, I take off his shirt-I don't think he'd mind considering he is bleeding out in my home-and investigate his wound. It's a stab wound, and luckily it doesn't look too deep. I'm surprised it bled this much with such a small wound. I get my first-aid kit and start to clean and bandage his wound. I finish quickly so as not to disturb him, then get a glass of water for when he wakes up.

I've got a feeling there's a reason he came here, of all places. I just hope he has good intentions

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