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.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Scarlet
Novela JuvenilSeventeen year old orphan Scarlet is starting her senior year at Lunimer Academy. Read more to discover the perilous journey that Scarlet Willow endures.
