Hey guys, this is my first story ever, so it might suck, but hopefully it'll be okay. This chapter is short, but I was just getting started and I wanted to learn how to get it all set up and all that, so the next ones will definitely be longer. This is my first story, and I hope to grow as a writer and the next stories will be MUCH better. I promise. So leave me comments and reviews! I welcome any and all criticism, so I can improve of course. And I'll have the next chapter up in a couple of days, not long.
Scarlett was a cheerful kid. A head full of bright red hair, big dark green eyes, and glowing peach skin. She loved to sing and dance and play. She had friends, went to parties, spent time with her family. She was always happy. Was. Now she's a teenager, and her life is a living hell.
She sat at the edge of her bed, with a bottle of pills in her hand. Done. She was done. Done with life, done with family, done with herself. She couldn't take it anymore. She was done with the pressure from her family. One too many times she was reminded that she was a failure and an embarrassment to her family. She was simply a disappointment to them. She knew that they would be better off without her. Basically, she would be hitting two birds with one stone. When she died they'd be free of her burden, and she'd be put out of her misery.
This is good. This is right. You don't deserve to live. No one loves you Scar, no one cares. They hate you, I hate you. This is the right thing to do. Just swallow them. Don't even bother with a note, they won't read it.
She spilled a handful of pills, and as she was about to put them in her mouth, there was a shower of glass. Her curtains fell to the ground, and her window was destroyed. Her vision started to go black, and she thought she saw a large green figure come tumbling in, but the darkness clouded her vision, and her world went completely blank.