Scarlet

It has been said time and time again, that those without important names, or any form of connection to boast of, have always been trampled on by the rich and powerful.

It has been said by so many people, rich people, famous people, influential people and powerful people, that the poor and weak are meant to be trampled on, what's their crime?
They were born poor and powerless, with no name, no connection, nothing.

Unfortunately for Scarlett, that was the kind of life she was born into.
A life of struggle, suffering, weakness and abject poverty, with no power, no fame and no one on her side.

Losing both parent at a very young age, being born as a servant to a very wealthy and powerful family, she had the best life any servant could wish for, but all that changed when she catches the eye of someone who never should have noticed her presence in this world or the next.

And that was where her troubles started, from one hardship to another.
Life dealt her blow after blow, but being a fighter that she is, she kept getting back up, but what happens when life deals her a blow that she can neither recover from, or cover up?

"I wish I could go back in time to the day we met, I would have slit my own wrist and save myself the heartache and torment I had to go through because of you" I croaked out to him, and I heard him take in a shaky breath, his lips parting in the middle as he stared at me.

Dark, soulless eyes, staring right back at my almost blood red, scarlet eyes.
I was no longer staring into the eyes of the man I once loved with my all, I was staring into the eyes of the man that hurt me more than anyone I ever met hurt me, the monster that broke me beyond repair

"You don't mean that" he rasped out, his voice thick and hoarse, a clear contrast to the emotions on his face

I sighed out heavily, pushing back the gush of tears threatening to spill from me "I do, with everything inside of me" I rushed out, watching him find it hard to breath, and it made me feel ok.