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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Unpredictable
RomanceScarlett, who has the ability to read a person's future, is on the run from people who want to take advantage of her. Ezra decided to save Scarlett when he found out that the people he was loyal to found her to be a threat because of her ability. Wi...
