Scarlett pov
I have school in three hours.
I haven't slept all night; memories are playing in my head like broken record.
Three full years.
I take a deep breath just to feel the pain aching in my chest. Its heavy. Carrying this burden of a death. Of two deaths.
"They're dead Scarlett, they aren't coming back" Mattia had told me. It was harsh, like a slap in the face. But it was true, they are dead.
I need to get my shit together, but how am I supposed to do that. I will figure that out tomorrow.
Today I will grieve in my own way.
I take a shower and throw some clothes on.
I jump out of the window, doing a roll before I land. So I don't break my ankles, not really a fan of broken bones. They take too long too heal.
I walk around for a bit with a joint between my lips.
"are we ever getting out of here Scarlett?" Carlos asked, I ran my fingers through his hair again
"of course we are, what is going on?" I ask
"just a thought, you know" he shrugs
I check my phone, just to see I start in one hour.
I could walk to school from here, but I need my bike and I need to check on Stella.
I start lightly jogging home, why not? I have the energy and I need to run more. You know, cardio and all that shit.
"Scarlett, d-did you see the guard wh- who shot himself in the foot" Theo asked me wheezing in laugher. I laugh with him.
"o-of course, did you see his face" I cough from laughing. We stop laughing for a second and look at each other before bursting out laughing again.
I finally get back to the house and climb back through my window. I'm not sweaty, but I still choose to put on some better clothes.
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It isn't anything special, but I think it looks fine. I wasn't informed off any dress code.
I walk up to my window and take out a new blunt. I know it's not a good coping mechanism but it's the one I chose. Bite me
I need to forget just for today.
I take the last breath before throw the finished blunt out of the window.
I put on a lot of perfume before I go downstairs.
I see everyone looking at me when I enter. I grab an apple before I walk to the garage.
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Scarlett
حركة (أكشن)New version of Scarlett Scarlett and her little sister Stella got kidnapped at the age of three and two by the Russian mafia, thirteen years later their family found them. What will happen when secrets are being revealed and the family lives are at...
