PROJECT HECATE has only just begun. The runaways are running the night.
❝IF YOU EVER WANT TO JOIN ME, BABY, I'LL BE DANCING IN THE DARK.❞
❝cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was. I will not give you up this time. but...
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❝I was broken from a young age, taking my sulking to the masses. Writing my poems for the few, they look in me, took in me, shook in me, feeling me. Singing from heartache, form the pain. Speaking my lesson, from the brain. Seeing the beauty through the— pain! You made me a, you made me a believer!❞
Believer, by Imagine Dragons
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THE BLINDING FLORESCENT LIGHTS were the first thing Scarlett noticed the moment she had opened her eyes. Next was the strange, disoriented sounds that sounded like muffled voices. Amongst the bright lights were blurry figures that when she blinked several times, she could vaguely identify as faces, all of which she didn't recognize. Her mind was disoriented, unable to remember where she was, or how she got there, but her head was pounding, and her entire body felt sore.
She could feel a soft cushion under her body, but it didn't help ease the ache. Her legs may not have been moving, but she could feel herself being rushed somewhere, and she could hear the sounds of the wheels of the stretcher against the tiled floor of the hospital.
"—we've got movement!" Said a woman's voice, belonging to one of the blurry faces above her. It took her a split second to realize that she was in a hospital. Although as soon as the woman spoke, her eyes threatened to close again.
Slowly, fragments of what had happened returned to her. She remembered being inside a moving car, although she wasn't behind the wheel. Her mother was the one driving. She was there with her. Where was she now, she wondered. Somewhere in the hospital maybe. Worry flooded her chest, hoping her mother was in a better position than she was.
Then, she remembered irritating sounds in the car, but it wasn't music. It was the sound of an argument. From out of nowhere suddenly came another pair of headlights coming straight at them, with no sign of stop.
When her eyes closed, she was back where she was before it happened.
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The first moments of the drive were silent, that she could remember. The lack of sounds were almost deafening, although neither the mother nor the daughter wanted to make the first move. There was a noticable tension between the two, until Eliza Sinclair, opened her mouth, and one thing came after another.
"Scarlett, you can't just run from every single problem." She had said, her tone as firm as it always was.
Eliza and Scarlett never really had a relationship quite like Scarlett had with her father. Edward Sinclair had always been the favorable parent. Eliza was more stern, and a career woman.
Everything seemed to change after the divorce last year. The day the former couple had decided to tell Scarlett and her siblings about the divorce was one she could never forget. As much as the news surprised her, she couldn't say it was a shock. Eliza and Edward's relationship have taken a rocky turn over the years. They might have hid it from their children, but there have been countless times they've overheard their arguments. It was only a matter of time until the papers came.
