Prologue

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Scarlet. I used to like my name, it was unusual, kinda nice. Now I hate it. I can't stand the color red. Whenever I see large amounts of it, my heart starts beating faster and harder. My head starts to spin and I feel like I'm going to retch. I start to zone out and all I see is the blood. So much blood covering their faces and bodies. I remember screaming because when I looked at my mom, she didn't look like the mom I knew. Her face was half peeled off, and I could see the muscles and sinew that lined her face. A vivid, bright, unforgettable, scarlet.

Often I wonder why she named me Scarlet, but I guess I will never know why. My mom died in a tragic car accident 4 years ago, my dad along with her.

And I wish I went with them.

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