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Backstory

~Scarlett~

My life story isn't even close to normal.

You see, it all started when I was born. I was a mistake, my parents messed up and had me. But even then they still loved me.

When I turned three, my father started to gamble a little. It slowly got worse, by the time I was five we were broke. So my father moved us to Columbus in hopes of a better job and to escape his bad habit. He found a good job that paid okay and everything was good.

But like all great things, it didn't last long. My dad found gambling again and wasted all of his hard work. We quickly fell into debt, but he still continued.

Then one night when I was ten, I woke up to a gunshot. I was scared and wanted my parents, so I got up and decided I was going to run to their room. When I opened the door I saw my father on the ground laying in a pool of his own blood. I ran to him, he was the only one who truly cared for me. My mother never did like me. Anyway, when I got to him, he was clearly dead. I cried and got up but only to receive a hit with the but of a gun to the back of my head. I woke up the next morning in a hospital.

From that point on, my world started to spiral into the wondrous black void.

My mother blamed me for everything. She began drinking to mask her depression. It became a routine, she would work all day then drink all night. And when she saw me, she would let out all of her anger on me. Bruises became normal, the beatings did to.

I just wished it would all end. 

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Dear piløts,

So this is a little insight on what her life is like. It will be more important later in the story. 

Thanks for reading!

Stay Street |-/

~Ender