Remember Me?

Prologue

Scarlet's P.O.V (3 months earlier)

As I walked outside in the bitter cold air in October, 7:30 at night, heading home from a long day of work. I wrap my coat tighter around myself as the wind begins to pick up, blowing my long dark brown curled hair back over my shoulders. If I could've known what was to happen to me this night I wouldn't have walked home from work. As I'm on way home, my mind begins to wander. I think about what my husband has planned for me this evening since he had today off and told me I had a surprise when I got home from work, I had dropped Darcy, my daughter, off to her grandmother this morning so I could spend some quality time with my husband since she was born about 3 months ago.  I keep on the sidewalk hoping to arrive home soon, out of the icy air and into the warmth of my little house. Maybe if my mind wouldn't have been busy thinking of my beautiful family, I could've stopped this from being my fate. I know I must cross the street soon to get to my front door, so I look both ways before taking my step off of the concrete, on to the asphalt trying quickly to cross the street, seeing the light in the living room on and an outline of my husband crossing the room but just about half way across the street a black car comes out of nowhere and going much too fast for myself to process either to more out of the way or for it to stop in time before- silence- My whole body flares up in white, hot, pain. I can't move anything in my body. I can't speak. I can't feel anything that is happening to me. I can barley see, my vision is fading in and out of black. I can hear someone calling my name but I can't recognize the muffled desperate scream of my name.  Maybe this is what dying is? The last thing I saw was a pair of piercing green, bloodshot eyes before everything faded into an endless black pit, filled with nothing but silence and darkness.