Perfect scars

Chapter One.

"I can't drown my daemons they know how to swim"
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Scarlet^^

My eyes burned as the strong sunlight beamed through the gap in my curtains, which apparently were failing to cover windows. I squinted and turned around in bed looking at the time on my phone 7:43. Crap!

I shot up and quickly scrambled around my room looking for clothes, finally I got changed into some pale blue jeans and a burgundy hoodie which was far too big for me but I loved wearing baggy jumpers. I wasn't exactly a very stylish person. I ran into the bathroom almost tripping over on some clothes which were sprawled across my floor, splashing my face with water and looking in the mirror I tied up my white hair into a messy bun. Yes! My hair is pure white, whiter than snow and I've never know the reason why but no matter what I do it does not change even when I tried to dye it a different colour like brown or even black nothing stuck to it. My eyes however where a deep blue/purple I liked to think they were violet it's as shame my name is scarlet and not violet...

Needless to say, I didn't look normal and maybe that's a reason why I don't fit in so well, or maybe it's just because of who I am. I'd like to think it wasn't the latter but I'm not the most confident person maybe that's why I don't have many friends.

I slipped on some black converse and quickly grabbed my phone slipping it into my back pocket and stumbled the down stairs, I heard noises in another room so, before I left I walk over to the kitchen and stepped into the door way.

Michel stood over the table looking through papers that where scattered across it, his face was contorted and filled with concentration but was soon dismissed once he realized I was in the doorway. He looked up at me and smiled softly at me I smiled back "morning mike" I said walking in and sitting at the breakfast bar opposite him.

"morning scarlet" he said collecting the papers back up and placing them in his bag before I could actually see any of it.

When my parents died 16 years ago, I moved in with mike, who was apparently my parent's friends or something but I don't think they were very close. Granted, I am 18 and could live by myself now, but he was the closest thing I had to family. We had never been that close despite my efforts he always seemed to keep me at a distance, I stopped trying a few years ago so we keep as minimal communication and contact as possible and although I'm pretty sure he has never actually felt a real human emotion in his life, he still provided food and clothes and a house for me so I guess it could be worse.

Whenever I asked him about my parents he would go quiet and avoid my questions or have a simple reply such as 'they kept to them selves' or he would just say he couldn't remember the only thing I have of them was a small picture which I kept In a box in my wardrobe I used to look at it and dream about what my life would have been like if they didn't leave me but dreams fade quickly over time, why would I try and open the scars of my past, they died and I can't change that no matter how I try they are gone...

He passed me some money for lunch I placed it in my pocket with my phone. He looked at me weirdly.

"are you okay?" He asked stepping closer to me.

"what? Yeah I'm fine!" I said quickly giving him a confused expression.

"well I'm late so I'll see you at seven" I said already walking towards the door trying to get away from that awkward conversation. I stepped outside and the cool breeze swirled around me sending shivers cascade down my spine. I pulled my arms around myself and hugged my own body for warmth, quickly got in my white Audi A1 and turned the heating and I felt a calmness take over me as the warm air brushed my skin and made me feel alive again.

Pulling myself out of my daydreams I rushed to turn the engine on remembering that I'm running late and quickly pull out of the drive my hands gripping the cold steering wheel. I turned the radio on so I wasn't sat in silence and headed to school. A thin layer of ice blanketed everything giving a shine or a glow to everything around me. I always found a comfort in the winter, I liked the way that everything was frozen in time the leaves clung to the trees with a thin layer of ice holding them together as if for that moment in time they were safe from falling, but then the sun would come out and the bond would be broken.