Haunted Blossom

Chapter Eight - Scarlett

Hey, sorry for the later update!  I was sorta pushing it off...

GOOD NEWS!  I GRADUATED FROM GRADE SCHOOL FRIDAY!  WHICH MEANS THAT UPDATES ARE GUNNA HAPPEN MORE OFTEN!!!

Now, into Scarlett's POV!

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.I woke up in the morning to a nurse shaking me awake.  I rolled over and glared at her.

"The Doctor wants to see you, Scarlett..." the nurse said, shaking under my glare.  I got up and walked past her.  Everyone here knew where the Doctor's office is.  I just had to go there.  I walked in, and the Doctor was sitting down at his desk.  I glared at him and just stood there.  Doctor was a slightly middle-age man -  I had proudly been giving him grey hairs ever since I had been taken in here - who had multiple grey hairs covering his brown hair, grey eyes, and his skin was starting to wrinkle.  Ugh.  Hadn't he ever heard of a facelift?

"Are you going to sit, Scarlett?" he asked. I shook my head.  I didn't want to sit at all.  That was his way of saying that you're under his control.  But I wasn't.  I wouldn't do anything he approved of.  That was the key to giving him grey hairs.  He sighed, and tried again.

"Do you know why you are here, Scarlett?" he asked.  I shook my head again, this time I was lying.  I knew exactly what I was here for.  It was to talk about the painting.

"It's because of the painting." OOOOOOOOOOOH!  SCARLET 1, DOCTOR 0! 

"Do you remember anything of your past?" he asked.  I shook my head, lying again. I looked behind the Doctor and saw Theresa and Dad standing behind him.  They were both glaring at Doctor, and I glared at him as well.

"Why should I, Doctor?  The only thing I remember is from when you brought me here, to this Hell-Hole." I replied.  Dad smiled at me, Theresa shook her head, chuckling.  Doctor narrowed his eyes and leaned forwards.

"I think you're lying." he said.  I walked away.

"And by the way," I said, looking at him. "I don't appreciate you killing off my parents.  And when you killed my parents, you killed my unborn baby brother."  I hissed at him.  His eyes widened, and I walked out before he could stop me.  I hated him.  He was a freakin' murderer, that's what he is.  Dad and Theresa appeared by me.

"What do you want to do?" Dad asked me.  I grinned, and everyone in the hall ran away.  That's right.  They're all scared of me, because I look like the daughter of the devil.  Exactly like when I got here.

"What else?  First we ruin him, and then we burn him." I whispered, and reminisced about the past.  When Jezleen first came here, everyone wanted to hang around her.  I felt that it wasn't fair, so I stayed away from her.  I knew there was more to her then looked, and I knew that people would eventually leave her because of it.  So people ended up needing advice.  I remember how that all started clearly.

I was sitting at the lunch table.  Some of Jezleen's friends, who couldn't fit at Jezleen's table, were sitting and talking.  I listened to them, quietly and made notes of everything they said.

"It's just that, it's not fair that every one of those little children get to sit next to Jezleen every day.  I mean, can't the people her own age sit with her?  It makes more sense to me." the one girl, who had red hair and emerald eyes said to the girl with brown hair and brown eyes.  I looked at them and spoke.

"Perhaps she wishes to help those children so that they can understand what is going on, and once they do she is trying to help them get through this Hell-Hole." I said.  The girl with red hair looked at me, and smiled.  She nodded.