Filling Scars With Love

To An Old Friend.

                                                                    Scarlett’s P.O.V

It’s Christmas, 8 in the morning and as usually I’m in my bed thinking of basically everything. I still can’t believe my mom made me to go at that stupid party last night. It was so freaking boring. I sat in a corner all night and saw people having fun. That’s what I always do anyway. 

And seriously, will that guy ever leave me alone?  I bet I saw him last night on my way home. He was part of a drunk group or something. Of course, they’re normal teens, they get drunk and go to parties every Friday and everything else. Yeah, anyway. 

Come on Scarlett, you must get up! 

Here I go, fighting with myself all over again. But seriously, it’s cold and I don’t want to leave my bed. It’s nice and warm in here.

I finally decide to get up and go downstairs. I’m pretty sure mom has everything done already. I mean she always does everything while I sleep.

I put a dress and tights on and a nice ribbon on my hair. 

“Not that bad.” I smiled to myself.

“Scarlett, baby are you up?! “  I heard my mom calling.

“Yea’ mom. I’m coming! “ I said.

I went downstairs and a realized I was totally right. Everything was in it’s place. The Christmas tree was just wonderful ,the dishes were almost done and everything else.

“Mom. Seriously you should let me do something next year. I think it’s a little bit too much for you. You’re not getting younger, are you?” I joked and she giggled.

“Now that you said it, I’m really tired and I don’t feel like doing anything else today. Could you bake the cake and make sure nothing gets burn? You’re not a kid anymore.” She joked back.

“How could you say that mom?! I’m still five!” I kind of yelled.

“I must say, I saw that coming.” she chuckled.

I giggled a little and gave her a big hug.

“Merry Christmas mommy.” I said while hugging her tight.

“Merry Christmas Arlie.” she said kissing my hair.

Yea’, mom calls me Arlie sometimes. I like it, it’s nice. Lucy used to call me that way too. It’s kinda friends and family thing but since I have no friends it became only a family thing. 

“Mom?”

“Yea’ baby?”

“Would you mind to give me a ride to the cemeteries? You know I always see Lucy on holiday.” I said.

“Of course honey but I have stuff to do. Would you mind if dad does it instead?” she asked me and I nodded.

“Obviously I don’t.” I smiled. She smiled back and I went upstairs. I was pretty sure mom was calling dad right now because I heard that familiar beep on the phone from downstairs. I wore a pair of black boots and took a candle from my drawer. I always keep candles in there. I went downstairs and mom called me from the kitchen.

“Yes mom?”

“Dad is coming. You'd better buy some flowers meanwhile.”

“Umm okay, mom can I ask you something?”

“Sure honey?”

“Why does it feel like this year Christmas is different? Like happier?”

She came to me and kissed my forehead without answering. Sometimes silence can mean more than a billion words. I took my bag and went outside. It wasn't too cold, I think. Children were playing with the snow and I was staring at them thinking how wonderful it would be if Lucy was still alive. We could play in the snow like we once used to. I came back to the real world soon enough and went to the flower shop. Once I bought the flowers I got out and bumped into someone.