❝She's one of those girls you just can't walk away from. One of those girls you will never forget, no matter how hard you might try.❞
BOOK ONE OF THE SCARLETT CHRONICLES |
After being kidnapped as a young child, seventeen year old Scarlett Grey is...
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I SLAMMED MY bedroom door, the sound echoing loudly through the quiet house. An exasperated scream escaped my lips, only to be strangled by my pillow as I launched myself face first onto my soft, welcoming bed.
Mum had explained her poor choice of words at my appointment, before hurrying us along and back home. Apparently, she had a condition that meant she was ineligible to donate stem cells, hemophilia or something like that. My father, on the other hand, didn't even have the same blood type as me. I couldn't exactly blame him for that.
So Dr. Mayer took a sample from me and entered it into some database that would search for a donor match. Until then, I would go for transfusions and swallow my meds like a good little girl. We'd even arranged that I could do my transfusions on weekends or after practice whenever possible so that I could maintain a normal life.
Feeling drained and defeated, I rolled over on my bed and reached over the side to grab my phone and a bottle of pills from my purse before rolling back over and staring up at the ceiling. I held the small yellow bottle above my head to observe it. The good doctor had explained what they were for when he handed me the prescription, but I couldn't even pronounce the name of the small capsules let alone remember what they were for. Like an obedient little girl, I sighed and popped one out, swallowing it dry.
I tossed the bottle to the side, somewhere near my phone before slipping under my soft duvet. This morning had drained me and left me more tired than usual, and I was I in no mood to put up with people for the rest of the day.
Instead, I opted to shut my eyes and pray that when I woke up, it would all be back to normal.
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