Chapter twenty-seven, Scarlet

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It doesn't stop.
It doesn't stop.
I want to wake up.
Get out of this.
Please.
Please.
Please, just let me wake up from this nightmare.
My eyes fall on his again, green eyes, green eyes, those eyes drive me insane.

'Her fathers daughter. They'd always say that, even though I think I'm more like my mother. With my ruby red hair and stubbornness and some said wit. but my eyes. my emerald green eyes came from my father'

Then something else hits me, I'm broken, a broken girl with a broken family with a past better left unsaid. I hate it.

Someone's grabbed my arm and now we are moving, I'm moving away from him. Him. My name

"Thomson!"

Again

"Thomson!"

Thomson, Maxwell, Thomson, Maxwell. The personalities starting to blur to mix I can't tell one from the other but they have one thing in common.

"Scarlet!"

That grabs my attention as my head moves to look at them, him, medic uniform, this damn medic is saving my ass right now and all I can do is stare at him like I'm falling in love. Just like my parents.
"Vell be out in a second just hold on!"
Hold on?
Wait.
Ive been stabbed it's only then I feel the blood running down my chest and knowing the fact I'm being carried by him.
This is it, this is how I die. I guess I truly do have to die to my fathers hand after all.

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