Filling Scars With Love

Scarlett.

And I woke up this morning thinking about the same thing. How worthless my life was. I was just a poor 'child' whose mum and dad were dead. Seventeen already and yet no friends. It was like everyone disliked me, for reasons I didn't know...or at least I pretended I didn't know. I got up slowly, yawning and enjoying the view from the window. School, I thought. Another day, I can handle this. I heard someone knocking in my door.

“Scarlett, honey, breakfast is ready.”  I heard my adoptive mum's voice from behind the door.

“Coming mom” I said taking my pajamas off and wearing something comfortable for school.

                                                                          ''Flashback''

I heard my phone ringing and I ran to my room to pick it up. It was Lucy. 

"Lucy, hey what's up, how come you're calling me in the middle of the night?" 

"Dude, it's 10 not 12, besides, mom and dad got in a fight again so I told them I was going to spend the night at your house, just called to tell you" 

"Awe, ladies night then?"

"Chill dude we're just thirteen" Lucy said with her sexy voice.

I hung up and waited for her, sitting in the balcony, doing homework. I heard a car stopping and saw Lucy laying on the ground, wincing in pain. Someone got out of the car and grabbed her by the hair. 

"THIS LITTLE BITCH HAD TO WALK RIGHT IN FRONT OF US SHE WILL GET US IN TROUBLE" "GET BACK INSIDE" I heard voices yelling and I just screamed.

"LUCY OH MY GOD" The man looked up at me, took a knife out of his jacket and put it to Lucy's throat. 

"STOP SCREAMING OR I'LL FUCKING KILL HER" he yelled and I was crying like mad.

                                                                   ''End of flashback'' 

That's all I remember from that night. That bloody night that changed my life. That bloody night that kept giving me nightmares. From that day on I no longer had friends. Everyone started thinking that I was mad, that I started having problems with depression. Every boy in my class started making fun of me, the girl who has no friends. Practically I started getting hate everyday more and more, and it was becoming impossible for me to live a normal life, to be happy like everyone was. I wore a long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans before walking out of my room. I sat down near my mom and started eating breakfast.

“Slept well dear?”

I nodded.

“No nightmares?”

I didn't answer. I wasn't in the mood. Apparently she got it and kissed my forehead before getting up. I was about to throw up in the plate what I was eating. I felt really strange, but it wasn't new to me. I left the rest in the plate and wore a pair of black converse. I threw my bag on my shoulder and left silently. It was like everyday I had to wake up in the morning and think about that night, four years ago. And then fall asleep in the middle of the night because I was afraid, afraid of people and things that could happen to me. From that day on I walked only on the sides of the roads, not even daring to put one of my feet in the road. My high school wasn't far away from my house so after 10 minutes I found myself walking in the hall, getting past loads of students.

“Hey Scarlett”  I heard a masculine voice behind me. I didn't turn, knowing already who it was.

“Yo Scarlett, still cutting yourself aren't you? Wondering how come you haven't committed suicide.” Another voice said. I could swear my eyes were sweaty.

“Just leave me alone for god's sake” I said, my voice shaking. 

They got past me, smirking and grinning from ear to ear. I hated all of them, I was sick of them, each one. They were 'the badasses'.

I entered in my classroom and sat down somewhere in the corner, not wanting to be noticed. Biology. I hated biology. I hated school, teachers, everyone and everything in there. But most of all, people in my classroom. And here we go, the badass-es band came in the classroom and started flirting with every girl, every girl except me of course. One of them, known as the leader, Sean, sat down behind me.

“Scarlett baby, watch out you're falling.” I heard him whisper behind me as he pushed my chair and I fell.

Everyone started laughing at me, everyone, no exceptions. I got up without saying a word and sat back down. Tears streaming down my face, fortunately I could cover my face with my long dark blonde hair. They all stopped laughing when the biology teacher came in the classroom and I mentally thanked her like a million times. I didn't really pay attention at her while she was speaking, because I knew I was good at biology, actually at every subject.

Most of my classmates hated me because of this. Some of them made fun of me because I was the 'lonely poor little child' or the 'lonely poor little orphan'. But I was used to it, and I could handle it because I kept thinking that someday this would be over, someday everything will change. Someday...