Moi: Otays so I put in some different languages, but don't worry. I only used English, French, Spanish, and a little bit of Japanese.
Scarlet: You are a nutcase.
Moi: You know it!
Matt: Just get on with it before I kill you all.
Me: Do your worst, Matt! You can't kill me, I'm the authoress! HA!
Matt: **pulls out gun and shoots** Mwahahahaha!
Me: … Shit. **dies**
Ghost me: Anyway, don't own. Sadness. OH and Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy!
"I raised you, you unworthy little snot! After Lea died, you just wouldn't move! You're useless!"
My arms were twisted, shoved behind me and broken.
"Why? Why are you doing this, dad?" Matt called.
"Because you deserve it!"
A kick was delivered to my ribs. I cried out. That only got me yet another kick, this one to my nose.
"D-Dad,m- mom w-wouldn't want y-you t-to be a-abusing you're o-only d-daughter! D-DAD!"
I was bound to the wall by chains, left there by my own father.
"D-DAD!"
No answer.
"Dad… p-please… d-don't g-go."
A knife glinted in my dad's hands.
"No, d-dad, p-please-"
Blow after blow was delivered. Blood flowed from multiple gashes I knew would scar.
"Scarlet, you have to wake up! SCARLET!"
"N-No, dad, p-please d-don't! DAD!"
I was screaming. Warmth covered my body as Roger picked me up.
"Scarlet, you have to wake up now. Scarlet, please wake up." Roger shook me.
I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred, and I groped for my goggles. My name is Scarlet Jeevas. I'm about 5 feet. Crimson hair, emerald eyes, pale skin, the whole schabang. I'm about 12. I look like my twin brother, Matt. Warmth covered me like a blanket as Roger picked me up. I shrank away from Roger and squirmed.
"G-Get away! G-GET AWAY F-FROM M-ME RIGHT N-NOW!"
I punched and kicked my way out of Roger's grasp. I crawled backwards, toward the door.
"You're useless, you're an abomination. You wouldn't have been born had your mother not wanted a son. You and your scumbag of a brother shouldn't have been born. You're both useless!" My dad was yelling again. But, Mr. Whammy was over. Mr. Wammy wanted to help us, right?
"That's absurd! They aren't useless,Mr. Jeevas, you're the useless one! You don't know about it, but your kids have very high potential!"
"These little shits have no potential to do anything but work at McDonalds(A/N: I don't own.)!"
My dad pulled me up by my hair. I winced. Big mistake. He threw me as hard as he could onto the floor. Mr. Wammy went to help me. I cringed away from him like I would my father.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Scarlet."
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER RIGHT NOW!" My dad tore across the room and picked me up off of the floor, almost lovingly. But then, he walked up to the top of the stairs.
"Not this, anything but this!" I heard Matt say under his breath. He was most likely bound to my dad's bed or something. I don't know what goes on in there, but he never comes out of the room on our birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, my mom's birthday, and my dad's birthday.
Excruciating pain jerked me out of my thoughts, like it usually did. I risisted the urge to scream out, even as kick after kick after kick was delivered.
"You-" KICK "are" PUNCH "useless!" CHOKEHOLD.
"Your mother was a whore, so what does that make you and that scumbag I have in my room?"
I didn't have enough air to respond, and I blacked out.
I stopped breathing.
Matt's POV (MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Matt: Wtf?)
"1,2,3,4,5 BREATHE!"
"It's not working!"
"1,2,3,4,5 BREATHE!"
My sister, my sister, wasn't breathing. She was screaming before, and thrashing around. She was probably having, what're they called? Oh yeah, flashbacks.
"1,2,3,4,5 BREATHE!"
"Why isn't it working!" I was worried, okie? I was like, whimpering.
"1,2,3,4,5 BREATHE GOD DAMMIT!"
Her eyes flitted open.
"Scarlet! You're alive!"
I cradled her, as I always have done. After our abusive father beat her, after she had flashbacks, after any traumatising experience, really.
"M-Matt! T-Thank G-God!"
She hugged me, as she always has done. After our abusive father beat me, after I had flashbacks, after any traumatising experience, really.
"Hello, my name is Roger and I'll be showing you two to your rooms, although, Scarlet, we don't have a room for you, sorry. Is there any other relative you could stay with?"
Uh-oh. The relative question. I'm the only relative she has left.
"N-No, M-Matt's my o-only r-relative." She stuttered.
"Then this could be a predicament. I should go speak with Whammy and L about your housing arrangements, then."
Scarlet's POV. (Teehee! Scarlet: WTF IS G-GOING ON H-HERE!)
Wait, L? THE L LAWLIET! He's like, my idol! Was this guy serious!
"M-Matt, why d-don't we g-go l-look around, o-okay?"
"Yeah, let's go look around. Can we look around, Mr. Roger?"
"Matt, I have to show you to your room first. Scarlet can come too."
I clung onto Matt, not sure whether or not to trust this guy.
"M-Matt, w-where are w-we?"
"We're at Whammy's orphanage. Dad's been arrested."
I only gripped the back of his shirt tighter as a blond boy wearing black with a scar going down his face walked by.
"S-Some of t-these k-kids look l-like the o-ones th-that used t-to b-beat you u-up."
Someone bumped into Matt and he flinched. I put my arms around his stomach. He's like, 5'6", okay?
"Relax, both of you. No one's going to hurt you here."
Matt and I didn't visibly relax, we never did. We just weren't ever relaxed. That's how it is when you grow up with an abusive father.
"It's to the right, here."
We turned to the right.
"Left."
Left.
"Left again."
Left again.
"Stop."
Stop.
The blond kid that I saw earlier was sitting on one of the two beds and an aeromattress in the room.
"What do you want, Roger?" The kid asked.
"Mello, this is Matt and his sister, Scarlet."
We waved.
"Great. Why are they here?"
"Matt's going to be your new roommate, and Scarlet doesn't have a room, so she's staying with you and Matt until we move the arrangements. Maybe we'll put her with Bri. Not sure yet. Just, don't kill them, okay? They come from an abusive household."
"I promise I won't hurt them."
We stepped through the threshold nervously.
"Hey." Mello said,"I'm Mello."
"I'm Matt."
"S-Scarlet."
Mello's POV (Mells: She's EVIL! Me: And you're an ass. What else is new?)
Great. Just as I start enjoying being in my own room, some smoking hot guy and his cute little sister moved into it. Wait, smoking hot guy? Cute? I don't think these words. I never think those words. Okay, I just thought those words. I'm gay, but when two kids walk in, one with orange goggles, and one with purple goggles, I get a little creeped out.
"Ello!" An overly cheerful voice broke into my thoughts.
Fuck. It's Bri.
"Ello, Mello! I see you've got a roommate. I'm Bri. What's your name?"
"Matt."
"S-Scarlet."
"Nice to meet ya! Oh and Mells, I'm afraid I'll be taking this little cutie," she gestured towards Scarlet,"off of your hands. She's my new roommate."
Scarlet clung onto Matt.
"What's wrong? I'm never gonna hurt you, Scarlet. You're just too cute!" Bri said, sitting next to the traumatized little girl.
Scarlet buried her face in Matt's shirt.
"I d-don't w-want t-to b-be alone w-without M-Matt." She said.
What the hell is this girl's problem!
Scarlet's POV
"Oi! Bri! Can't you see there's something wrong with this chick!" Mello snapped.
"Maybe I'm just trying to help the poor girl! ¡Usted es un idiota! ¡Usted no tiene mí control, usted piensa probablemente en qué caliente Mate es, o algo completamente estúpido! ¿¡Dios mío, usted es, no son usted!" Bri yelled in spanish. Spanish.
Je n'ai pas de mots. Elle est belle.
"Um, m-merci b-boucoup, Bri."
"Habla espanol?"
"M-muchas g-gracias."
"Denada."
I hugged Bri.
"Aishiteru." Bri whispered in my ear.
"A-Aishiteru." I responded.
Matt flinched and put a hand on his arm.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"
"Il n'est rien, Écarlate."
"Que marques papa a-t-il fait sur vos bras?"
"Il n'est rein! Je ne mourrai pas, me reposerai ainsi!"
"Vous êtes un idiot, Matt! Vous ne pensez pas que je puisse me reposer quand quelqu'un avec lequel je vis est fait mal, n'est-ce pas?"
"Je crois que vous devriez vous reposer quelquefois, Écarlate!"
"Fermez votre bouche, Matt! Vous croyez vraiment que je ne recevrai pas Roger? Vous vous pars."
And I left to go get Roger. And Bri followed me.
"What's wrong, Scarlet? Usted parece triste, mi amor."
"It's nothing, Bri. Estoy preocupado para Mate, esto es todo, el amor."
"So you don't want to hang out later?"
"Non, mon cher, je fais."
Bri pulled me into a tight embrace, stopping me in my tracks and making me go rigid.
"Je suis effrayé, mon amour, me permets d'aller!"
Let me go, please, Bri! Don't hurt me, my dad used to pull me into an embrace and then tie me to the wall in the basement near the window. Please!
I felt sick. She let me go and looked into my eyes.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, Bri."
"Your stutter!"
"I trust you, Bri."
I hugged her.
"Don't hurt me, please. But right now, my ribs hurt."
"Why do your ribs hurt, mon cher?"
"Gyah!" Was my only answer as I grabbed my ribcage.
"ROGER! ROGER! SCARLET'S HURT!"
"What! Scarlet's hurt!" a voice called out from behind us.
"Mello, thank god! I need you to stay here with Scarlet while I go get Roger!"
"Okay, but what the hell is wrong with her!"
"Her ribs… don't touch them!"
Bri ran off.
"Bri! WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO! TELL ROGER ABOUT MATT'S FUCKING ARM!"
"WILL DO!"
Ghost Moi: Please review.
Matt: Sowwies about killing you!
Mells: … HA-HA DEAD-FACE!
Ghost Moi: **pulls out a death note and writes down Mihael Keehl**
Mells: **dies**
Ghost Moi: That's right, bitches, Mells is dead.
Matt: MELLO!
Ghost Moi: I win.
Matt: If I find a way for you to come back, will you give me back my Mells?
Ghost Moi: Yeah alright.
Matt: **pulls out dragonballs and revives Moi**
Moi: Kickass! **uses authoress powers to revive Mells** Happy?
Matt: Yesh! **glomps Mells** I love you!
Mells: **kisses** I love you too
Moi: Just review… please.