Hello, so this is my second story! Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I own no characters except for Scarlett and her family. Enjoy!
My name is Scarlett. I am seventeen years old and I live in London, England. My life is nothing special. My mother died when I was twelve, it was very sudden and unexpected. We were really close and I took her death extremely badly. I clammed up and didn't talk often; I just played my drums and listened to music. It was music that got me through it all, music and the Twilight books. I used to sneak to the park at around 5am to watch the sunrise; I would put my iPod in and clasp a picture of my mother to my chest as I stared up at the orange clouds rolling in. I never once cried and haven't cried since the day she died. I remember it clearly, it was the summer holidays and Mum had booked us theatre tickets to go and see The Phantom of the Opera; she knew I loved this performance. We were seated in the Upper Circle, front row; my favourite seats because the chandelier slides directly above us. Just as the music started for 'Masquerade' Mum started to shake a bit, she said she was alright and I just left it. About three minutes later she abruptly stood and tried to make her way to the toilets but she clutched her heart and started to collapse. I immediately stood to help her but as she fell, she fell right over the balcony and crashed onto the aisle below. She had suffered a heart attack and that was that.
I now live with my father and my stepmother Janice. Janice is horrible. She is always making snide, sarcastic comments and just annoying me on purpose. I can tell that she doesn't want me around and thinks that I steal my father away from her. I mostly just sit on my own in my room listening to music and relaxing as best as I can. I know that the second Janice gets in from her part time hairdressing course, she'll be at me for something or other.
I arrived home from College to find Janice standing in the living room with her hands on her hips glaring at me.
'There you are!' She spat angrily.
I stared at her with an I-don't-give-a-crap expression before simply ignoring her and walking straight past her and up to my room. I dumped my bag and put my iPod in on shuffle. As I listened to Muse singing 'Uprising', I was faintly aware of footsteps stomping up the stairs but I didn't care. I would have locked my door but I couldn't because Dad refused to let me have a lock. He said there might be an emergency and he wouldn't be able to get in, I told him that that was the point but he just waved me away and I never bothered asking again.
My door flung open and hit my wall with a loud thump which caused me to jump up, tearing my headphones out in the process. I knelt on the edge of my bed glaring at Janice with a warning look, she knew I could get pretty fiery and she hadn't challenged me when I gave her that look before. However, this time, she smiled a sadistic smile which indicated to me that she was enjoying this.
'You know, I thought you would have learnt from ignoring people' she smirked.
I didn't respond but wondered where she was going with this.
'After all' she continued 'You ignored your poor mother and as a result she fell off of the balcony'.
I clenched my fists and started to stand up, teeth gritted, anger flowing through me like a volcano about to burst. Janice re-enacted my mother falling with her fingers while smirking. And that was it. I erupted.
Charging at her, I pinned her up against the wall by her neck. She started screaming and lashing out at me but I would not let go.
'You dare to mention my mother do you?' I hissed in her face.
She panicked and squirmed in shock. Pulling her forward, I grasped the collar of her shirt and dragged her to my doorway.
'Let me go you brat!' She yelled, kicking out at me. She was a little shorter than me and we were about the same in strength but my anger made me the more powerful.
She hit my shin, making me even angrier. I threw her out of my room with such a force that she tumbled over and lay on the landing clutching her neck and crying. Slowly and menacingly I moved towards her, my intention was to beat the crap out of her. She started to back away with a terrified look in her eyes. As I rolled up my sleeves, she scrambled frantically down the hall and reached the top of the stairs. One more step was all it took for her to scuttle backwards and fall head over heels down the steep flight of stairs. I stood on the top step glaring down at her as she lay unmoving.
Just as I was about to go and assess her injuries, I heard the door open and a shocked gasp came from none other than my father. I heard him rush to Janice's body with quick steps.
'Oh God!' he exclaimed.
I had to escape. I had to leave and get out of there. I had possibly just killed someone and I would be sent to prison. As quickly and quietly as I could I packed my savings which was about one hundred pounds, a torch, a bottle of water, my iPod and headphones, a clean t-shirt and my picture of mum into a rucksack. All the while, I could hear Dad calling 999 and trying to revive Janice. I pulled on my hoodie, zipped it up, pulled on my converse and opened my bedroom window. As I sat on the ledge I peered one last time around my room as I knew I could never go back, before sliding down the drainpipe and climbing over the garden fence.
I could hear sirens so I ran as fast as I could into the nearby woods. I didn't stop running until I was so deep that I was sure that I would not be found. I sat down on a patch of grass, gasping for breath and swigging from my water bottle. Once I had my breath back, I pulled my iPod out and saw that I had signal so I switched onto the radio app to listen for any local news.
After about 2 hours of hearing nothing, there was a breaking news broadcast.
"Earlier this afternoon, a woman has been found murdered by her husband in their family home. There was bruising to her neck and she was lying at the bottom of the stairs, we believe the fall killed her. The couple's daughter Scarlett Evans is still missing. Police have started a search for the teen in the surrounding areas of the home at which the events took place. If anyone has seen her please contact the police immediately..."
Shit! They had come to look for me! I didn't know where to go. I decided than hiding would be the best option then I could travel in the dark so that I wouldn't be easily seen. Looking around, I spotted a large tree that had many low branches and decided that climbing it would be my best bet. I clambered up the thick trunk and settled on the tallest branch that I though could support my weight.
About half an hour passed and I heard a helicopter in the distance. Uh oh! The police helicopters have infrared sensors, if they passed over the woods then they would see me clearly sticking out like a bright red dot and I would be found and surrounded. I clung to the trunk, wishing that it would swallow me up and begged that the helicopter wouldn't pass over the woods. As it came closer and closer I became more and more nervous. After about ten minutes it was inevitable that it was going to pass over. It started to head straight for me. I whimpered and hoped that I wouldn't show up under all the tree branches. As the deafening machine passed over, it appeared to freeze directly above me and I wasn't sure whether I had been spotted. I sat completely still, trying to shrink myself as small as possible. Suddenly I heard the sound of feet running and dogs barking about 2 minutes away. I knew I had been spotted. I had to decide what would be easier to do, if I tried to run now then the dogs would get me. I couldn't stay in the tree because the police would surround the bottom and get me down. I was trapped.
Frantically I looked around and spotted a stream about 3 feet from the bottom of the trunk. The water appeared to be fast moving. If I could only jump into the stream then my scent would be hidden from the dogs and I would be carried away from the police and the infrared wouldn't work through the cold water. I started to wriggle off of the branch on which I was perched, to shuffle around the trunk so I was directly above the water. I planned to climb down a few branches and then leap into the stream.
The police arrived a lot quicker than expected and at least three of them were at the foot of the trunk by the time I had even reached the right side of the tree. I was still too high up to jump.
'Come down Scarlett!' One of them yelled through a megaphone over the barking of the dogs 'We just want to talk to you, you're not in trouble'.
Yeah right! By now all of the police had reached the tree and in total there was about eight of them. As they continued to shout up and the dogs continued to bark, I began to lose my balance and panic. As I tried to slide onto the branch below me I lost my footing and felt myself falling. All of the noise and chaos became a fast moving blur as I crashed into the icy stream. I felt myself hit something hard at the bottom of the water as I was tossed and turned, then everything started to fade...
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