Scarlett was walking with her parents at night,don't know why,but the parents decided they should go out for a while. Her parents apparently preferred night versus day. This probably doesn't concern you. Her mother stares at her with her brown colored eyes and says "this place seems quite dangerous,shouldn't we go back home?" Her father nods in agreement and Scarlett does the same. They start walking back to their home until a group of strangers have encountered them. Three men,one is holding a gun,the taller man seems to be the leader,he held nothing,the third and shortest of the men held a knife. "stay right where you are." The leader says in a deep but terrifying voice. The parents have shoved Scarlett onto a wall and told her to run. The man with the gun shot the dad and mom in the head. Scarlett watches her parents suffer the pain and tears well up in her eyes. She runs towards the gang to get rid of them. The shorter man slashes the knife across her face and a scar forms on her right eye from top to bottom. The men chuckled and muttered a few curse words under there breaths and walked off casually like it was the most normal thing that can ever happen to a 14 year old. Scarlett grabs her phone to call her grandma for help. She forgot she was mute for a moment,so then decided to textbher instead. Her grandma didn't reply and Scarlett felt hopeless. She couldn't fight, she couldn't speak,she felt like she was inevitable to do anything. She layed down next to her parents weeping silently. She finally heard a siren wailing down the road. It was an ambulance. How did they know she was there? She ignored the question in her mind and was thankful that they came. The police men took the parents to the back of the ambulance. Scarlett walked with them, and hoped on the back of the cart as well. Once they were all in the van, the sirens started wailing again and they were moving. If only I can speak, I would have been able to do so much only by just doing that. I could have helped,but my lazy ass just wasn't strong enough. And I feel a pang of sadness,but nothing really extreme. I hate how I can be calm in these types of situations.
Time skip to the emergency room(2 hours later)
They arrived at the emergency room and she sees her parents lying down on the bed. There heart rates were going down. Doctors were coming from corner to corner doing the best they can. Why don't they give up,it's useless now,they will die,I'll be an orphan,and I'll have no one. Not like I ever did,never had friends in the first place. It's weird how I always speak to myself,like I'm my own friend.but I'm useless,I'm worth nothing,I never deserved to live,but was too scared not to live. And now my parents are getting the suffering I deserve. My grandmother came in the room with a blank expression on her face. It seems like she doesn't really care about what's going on. I guess I got my lack of emotion from her. Grandma stares at me with her round blank eyes. Her look gives me a bad vibe.
An hour later
Everyone was gathered around my parents ' beds. There heart beats were lowering quicker than the doctors thought. How did they not expect that they will die fast. They did get shot in the head after all. The machine shows that their hearts stopped beating. A straight line was formed on the screen followed be an eerie sound. My parents....their dead. My grandma loses it and starts tugging my dark blue sweater. I try to move away but she grabbed me before I can. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FUALT!" The doctors tried to pry my grandmother off,but she let go herself and stormed out of the room. The guilt is now crawling on my back even more. She's right.it is my fault.i did nothing to help them. I look at the scar on my face. The doctors said it MIGHT heal or it might stay. Looks like my name actually describes my ugly features now.
A few moments later,I see my grandmother sitting down,tugging at her hair with an extremely insane look in her eyes. Is she ok? I know it's my fault,but they were going to die sooner or later. We will just move on and go about with our daily lives after.....except without them. We will have the guiltiness and displeasure of not having them ever again on our shoulders,but can we just make a compromise and agree to forget about this? And as if she read my mind,my grandmother lunged at me and threw me on the floor. I got up and held her tightly in my arms. Everything will be alright. My grandmother weeps on my shoulder, then suddenly falls asleep.
A day after,we had to leave the hospital. My grandmother thanked the doctors for trying. They didn't try at all. They knew........they knew they couldn't do anything,they just tried to get her hopes up. These doctors are just fake. I nodded in "agreement" to what my grandmother said. We reached to my grandmothers house and I went in....well not technically. "Look,Scarlett,I know you've tried to comfort me and I appreciate it. But you should go somewhere else. I won't take care of you good, trust me on that. Now go on and go somewhere,maybe you'll find a home away from this dome"
B-but.........
"SCARLETT,JUST GO!"
I've been neglected by my only family member.......wow does that hurt. In case you didn't know,the dome we live in is a basic neighborhood. There are many domes instead of this one,particularly four of them. Each dome is FAR apart from each other. The water the government made is with air and other molecules combined. I don't know how that works but anyways,our dome is #3 the neighborhood,#1 is where most rich people go to,that dome has a glass dome protecting it and it's the expensive kind (i really don't see Any difference between expensive glass and cheap),dome #2 is where farmers are,it's called the village,their houses are huts made of wood,#4 is a bit off,people are terrible and there are so many gangs,they didn't really name this dome yet....actually they didn't name any of the domes,I just gave some of them really straight forward names. This world is split in half. One side has a huge forest that won't be touched,since we still need the air, and the other is just sand,where the domes are,just scattered in the dessert. The only life form here is the trees and grass in these domes. Well,that basically sums up were we live. And now back to what I was experiencing.
Grandma slammed the door shut. Tears were welling up in my eyes but I stopped them so I can't show how i feel. I don't really like showing my feelings. But I like crying,it makes all the emotions I want to feel go away. I ran away from the house and flew pass by people who looked just as bad as me.....except I'm worse.
I'm finally 3 miles away. I think thats far enough to start walking only. I'm still in this stupid dome. I have 130 miles left to reach the exit, which no one stupid would ever go out of the dome, except me. I walked passed this ally way and saw a young figure weeping on the wall,sitting down with his legs near his face,and his hands wrapped around them. I walk towards the boy, he sees me. He ignores me hopelessly and keeps on crying. I try to say something but still,nothing comes out of my mouth. "Who-who are you?" The boy said a bit scared. I smiled warmly to make him feel less uncomfortable. It works,he's giving me a happyish smile.
