Black Panther

Let's look at the world through Scarlett's eyes...

"Hey Tommy! I'm back!" I called, coming inside. I had said goodbye to Jo, we had exchanged numbers (well she gave me Andy's) and we promised to see each other again as the bus dropped me off outside the house.

"Hey!" he called, tripping over himself to meet me at the door. "I got a surprise for you." he then turned me around and put his hands over my eyes. Closing the front door with his foot I felt him walk me to the lounge. I felt him slowly uncover my eyes. Blinking, I looked around our lounge. He had boarded up the window with pillows to block out the light. He had also set a buffet with my favourite foods, such as cookies and a plate full of bacon. The only light in the room came from two candles on the coffee table with the buffet, and the TV, which was showing the title screen for Saw.

"Thank you." I murmured, as I turned around a gave Tommy a kiss. Pulling away I laughed at how if Jo was here, she would be retching.

 He took my hand, led me to the sofa, and sat down. Sitting down next to him, he wrapped his arm around my waist as I curled into him. He pressed play on the movie. I laughed through most of it, but stopped when I saw someone bleeding heavily from a gash in their side. Images of scalpels flashed before my eyes, as the pain in my side returned. The feeling of handcuffs lingered on my wrists and ankles. I remembered that horrific man, and Jo's eyes, dragging me out of there as we escaped that hellhole together.

 Crying, I buried my head in Tommy's chest.

"Scarlett, are you ok? You normally laugh at the people in horror movies." he said, stroking my hair and trying to calm me down. I had never told him about the vivisection. I don't know why, I just didn't want to remember. But then, I didn't have a choice anymore.

"Tommy, I have to tell you something..." I began. I had soon told him the whole story. He was shocked and held me close, promising to never let me go. I was still shaking as I showed him my scar: 

 It was a long scar, going down my side starting about fifteen cm from my armpit.

"This why you were so messed up when we met?" he asked. Nodding, I cried silently, falling asleep in the arms of the man who four years ago, brought me out of a spiralling depression, and saved me from attempting suicide...