The Scar in Scarlet

The Scar in Scarlet (5)

This was a hard chapter for me to write. It was emotional because some true events were put into this chapter. Not everthing though! I hope you enjoy it(:

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Chapter Five

That son of a bitch! "What the hell did you just say?" I swear I felt smoke come out of my nose. Once Jacob repeated it again I ran down stairs just in time to see my mom walking out. "Wait! Mom!" Sprinting wasn't my thing, but I made it without any troubles. "Why do I have to stay?" My mother looked surprised.

"I thought you wanted to stay!" She was starring at me with confusion.

Shaking my head I explained everything to her and when I finally looked up I was shocked. "What's so funny?" I couldn't help but be angry. My mother looked at me with an amused smile on her lips. What the hell? "Well?" You'd think that my mother would be the impatient one. She'll probably miss her flight or something and yet, here she is, smiling like an idiot.

"Oh come on Scarlet! He seems like a nice guy! You guys will have so much fun! And Scarlet, he seems to like you. And he's hot!" She whispered.

"Mother!" I couldn't believe what she was saying! My own mother was practically giving me permission to lose my v-card! What kind of mother is she?

"Honey, I have to go. Have fun. I'll see you in a month." And with that she walked out the door, still laughing at my outrage by the way. I watched as everybody waves goodbye as my father drove. I felt like screaming. I can't stay alone with this child for a whole damn month! Yeah, a month! Our damn school decided to do some upgrading - construction stuff - so they gave us a month off, which so happened to be in April. Yay! (Feel the sarcasm yet)?

Since Jacob was in my room I decided to go to a room that I wasn't even aloud to go near. Practically tiptoeing my way to the end of the hallway, I finally made it and took a deep breath. I haven't been in this room for a while since the last time I was here - well lets just say things didn't go so well.

I walked inside and starred in awe. I could never get use to this room, even though I've seen it many, many times. The room was painted a lavender with artistic drawing on the walls done by the owner of this room. She use to always love drawing and when she got tired of drawing on paper, she decided to do it on the wall. Anyway, her bed was all shades of purple. If you haven't noticed, it was her favorite color. Her stuff was still in her room. Her laptop was sitting on her desk in a corner. Her closet was full of clothes I use to borrow all the time. Her shoes were organized by designer, color, or even height. She wore a lot of heels; pretty much a princess.

Walking around this room made my vision go blurry. Pictures of the whole family surrounded the wall by her bed. Pictures of us. I was actually smiling. I actually looked happy. In one picture I was walking down a red carpet and posed. My smile was genuine, my eyes weren't sad. There weren't dark bags under my eyes. And I was wearing bright happy colors, unlike now, I only wear black.

Caroline. She was my sister. Yes was. She died. In front of me actually. Have you ever lost someone and it's like you can't move on. Caroline never deserved to die the way she did. Everybody loved her! She was perfect, nothing she did was wrong. People looked up to her, they looked at her in awe. And when everybody hears about what happened? They all turn on me. They all blame me, and I actually agree with them.

Caroline was beautiful. We shared the emerald green eyes, but unlike my brown hair, Caroline had dirty blond hair. She always wore it down in its usual curls. Her body was of a goddess. She was absolutely stunning. Her boyfriend Marcus had been very happy to show her off. I always loved hearing about their romantic dinners or how much love Caroline felt for him.

The tears finally burst through the dam and now were streaming down my cheeks. Every time I walked into this room, I felt like it was my fault. If only I didn't run, if only I had listened to Caroline, then she'd probably be here and nobody would hate me. With trembling fingers I grabbed a sharp razor from Caroline's drawer. There was another reason I always wore black, no body noticed my cuts.

Taking in deep breaths, I lightly ran the razor through my wrist. I actually started laughing through my tears. Nobody, and I mean nobody, knew about what had happened to me. Nobody knows that I saw Caroline and Marcus die. Nobody knew that I was raped before the men shot Caroline. And that's why everybody stares at me with hatred, as if I, at the age of 15, could do anything to help my older sister and boyfriend.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and looked down. Oops, I wasn't paying attention and accidentally put too much pressure on the razor. Now I starred at the deep cut. Blood was running down my wrist. This just made me laugh harder. Maybe I deserve this. Maybe it's true, everything was my fault. Maybe I should've been the one who died.

I starred at the scarlet blood. It's funny how my name's Scarlet. Maybe that's why I was named such a ridiculous name. God probably knew what was going to happen to me and told my mother to name me Scarlet. Now, on this not so happy day, I've realized that the name Scarlet actually fit me very well.

I'm Scarlet! I'm Scarlet, who has a scar! It's funny how Caroline use to call me Scar. And now? There's a scar inside of Scarlet. A scar nobody knows about. Except me - Scarlet.

It's probably been hours since I last saw Jacob. He probably though I left or something. I shook my head. I was on the ground looking up at the ceiling. My wrist was still bleeding, but I smiled. Maybe this is how I would die. Half of me already died two years ago, so why not the other half now?

My breaths were becoming short and I was having trouble breathing. As I starred at the ceiling, I swear I saw Caroline starring down at me. She was shaking her head, telling me that I wasn't suppose to die. She told me I need to call the hospital. She told me that I need to live because I had a life ahead of me. Yeah right. My life shrunk when the trigger was pulled. I'm practically dead. Only my body roamed this town, it has no emotions, no soul, but it keeps walking.

A goofy smile was on my face. I could feel the presence of somebody at the door. With all my might I turned to lock eyes with worried and scared grey ones. I never noticed how gorgeous Jacob was until now. He was dressed in striped pajama pants with no shirt on. Damn he had nice abs. He was screaming my name....I think, but I was paying attention to his looks. I wanted them drilled into my mind while I died.

His smokey grey eyes were beautiful. His dark hair needed a haircut and yet it seemed so soft. I just wanted to run my hands through it. I couldn't look at him anymore, pain was shooting through me.

"Scarlet! Scarlet stay with me!" I could hear Jacob shouting. He was holding my head in his lap as he rocked me. I wanted to say that it was okay, but I was having a hard time breathing. My vision blurred as I felt a tear drop hit my cheek. Jacob was crying.

"It's okay Jacob." I whispered; barely. "I want to die. No reason to live at all." My eyes were growing heavy.

"Scarlet! Scar stay with me!" I chuckled at the nickname.

"No one but Caroline used that stupid nickname. It's okay Jacob, really, don't cry." I managed to smile and Jacob laughed through his tears - just like I did earlier.

"It's not okay Scar! You're dying! In front of me!" He didn't know what to do.

"I saw my own sister get shot in front of me. Before that I was raped. I think you can handle this." I practically told him my secret. Jacob seemed shock at what I had just said. "Jacob, there will always be a Scar in Scarlet." I whispered. And then, everything went dark.

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