Scarlett Journeys

Chapter 1 - Part 1

The building was old, crumbling. A lone woman, standing on the edge of the broken down roof, lets out a long sigh. Do it. Don't think, just get it over with. It'll be better this way. Just jump, Scarlett. Her thoughts ran rampant in her mind, like her long, fiery locks as they whipped around in the wind. Tears stained her flawless cheeks, as she closed her eyes. She braced herself for impact as her feet left the surface. She only had one thought as she crashed to the ground, her bones shattering upon impact. Finally.

Cold. So cold. She could think nothing else, for she could not see nor hear a thing. Her body felt numb. She was unsure if her eyes were open or not. It felt like they were glued shut, but they stung at the same time. She felt as if she was floating, which she was, in a sea of darkness. It felt like hours, before her back made contact with something hard, like concrete. Then, she felt nothing.

She twitched as she came to consciousness. She felt no pain, as she should have. Confusion bubbled up inside her as she heard the sounds of a bustling city. Her cerulean eyes shot open, as she sat up, stiff as a board. The light hurt, so she resorted to squinting as she looked around. An...alley? As she took in her surroundings, she determined that by the two walls on either side of her, as well as all of the litter and wood planks, that she was, indeed, in an alley. She stretched as she stood and, albeit wobbly, walked to where she believed the entrance was. As she stepped out onto the street, she turned her head, just in time to see a child running at her. She put her hands up, as a means to stop the child. This did nothing to stop the young boy, as he raced right through her. The women let out a surprised breath, as though the wind had been knocked out of her. Her head snapped in the direction the boy went in, only to see him continuing, unharmed or fazed. What on earth..?

Scarlett turned towards a young looking woman, first noticing the embarrassingly short skirt. One could almost see her bloomers. Well I never! She was confused. It was 1929, the year of the stock market crash and beginning of the Great Depression. Women never wore dresses or skirts as short as that, nor did flappers. She then turned to a man, who seemed to be a in his late forties, with a cigarette in his mouth. I suppose I could ask him. She smiled as she approached the man, before speaking. 'Hello, I don't suppose you could tell me what year is? You see dear, my name is Scarlett Ainsley and-', she stopped short as she noticed the newspaper in his hand. The date said 2016. 'Oh dear,' was all she could muster.

Word count: 498

Welcome humans, to Scarlett Journeys! If all goes well here and on Quotev and AO3, I will very possibly publish a real book, hardcover or paper, I don't know. Most likely paper. Updates will also not be consistent.                                                                                                                                           
Thank you for reading this chapter, you beautiful tropical fish!                                                        
Hope to see you in the next one!