Broken, Bruised and Scared {COMPLETE}

Death By Dementia Makes Blood For The Ceremony

♪♫♬♫♥Scarlett P.O.V.♪♫♬♫♥

"Scarlett, I...I need to talk to you." Kellin said and I sat down nervously.

"A-A-About wh-what?" I asked cautiously.

"Who's Kayla?" He asked.

"The monster under my bed." I said.

"I'm serious, Scar." Kellin said in a humorless tone.

"Yeah, w-well, so am I. Wh-what did you e-expect me to s-say? 'O-Oh yeah, m-me and her are a-amazing friends! W-We go to the mall t-together, talk about b-boys, g-gossip about the l-latest celeb f-fashion faux pas!'" I said, my tone becoming upbeat and girly at the end.

"Scarlett just tell me who she is." Kellin demanded.

"I already told you who she was." I said.

"I just want to help you!" Kellin said, well almost yelled.

I flinched, squeaked, got on the ground with myself hunched over and held my hands over my head for protection; It's one of my bad habits after being abused for so long. When I realized he wasn't going to do anything I stood up and crossed my arms, trying to comfort myself.

"Y-You want to h-help me? You a-actually want to h-help me? Since w-when have I been a-an issue or a r-reason for concern for a-anyone? She fucking t-took my happiness, my c-confidence, my e-everything. She told me to f-fucking k-kill myself and m-maybe I should h-have but I didn't.  A-Are you happy now? I-Is that the answer y-you were looking for, y-your h-highness?" I asked him.

"Thank you, princess, for gracing me with a straight forward answer." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Kellin!" Vic chastised.

"I did nothing." Kellin said.

"R-Right it was all m-my fault as u-usual." I said, starting to walk away. "World famine, W-World War I, World War II, th-the Civil War, d-death, foreclosure and the l-list goes on and on and on..." I trailed off and rolled my eyes as I got on a bottom bunk and closed the curtain. Perfect.

I probably could've handled that better but I'm just done with everything. I'm done with being last place, yanno? I think I'll just play it off for a while, act like I'm different. I'll pretend to be that one girl decked out in all black with piercings and tattoo's that sits alone in the back of the restaurant because everyone's too scared to go near her. I'm just tired of being a scared little girl trapped in the past, I mean for fucks sake I almost committed suicide. I don't understand why all the sudden I'm a reason for concern or worry; I mean it's not as if I was ever one before.  I sighed, putting my earbuds in.  I went onto my iHeartRadio app and pressed a random station that was "recommended for me". I heard a random song by....The Show Must Go On apparently and looked for my journal....Where is it? Well I'm not going to very well go and ask for it. I'll just use the memo pad on my phone.

Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls 
We'll be a perfect family.
When you walk away, is when  we really play
You don't hear me when I say,
"Mom, please wake up.
Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis."
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.

Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.

Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.