This was suppose to be a cheery chapter but I was inspired while listening to 'Comfortably Numb' by Pink Floyd(I love that band!) So yeah, that song inspired me in some way. Oh and there will be mention of drugs (Not the drugs in our world but the drugs in Fallout. The one that is mentioned is called 'Jet') Anyways, read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not anyway own Fallout or the song I just mentioned.

She wanted to forget everything. She wanted to lay down and just forget. Forget all the pain, the suffering, the loss. Everything. She didn't know what to do, what do you do when its painful to look back but you're scared of the future? She didn't want 'tomorrow' to come. It would be just another day filled with pain and fighting. Scarlett looked at the grimy mirror that was cracked. Her eyes looked dull and deprived of any life. She was rapidly losing weight, you could now clearly see her ribs. She knew she would die soon if she kept this up. She would just be another lost soul in the wasteland.

A part of her wanted to stay holed up in her house but another part of her wanted to face reality. Which was worse? Being secluded and trying to avoid pain or facing a grim, painful and utterly hopeless reality.

Her eyes drifted to her old vault suit that was lying on the shelf folded. She was not the girl she was then, she's damaged now. Walking out of the vault, she had hope, something that right now she desperately lacked.

Scarlett sighed, where was that girl? The girl who had stumbled out with the highest hopes for her future. That girl was met with a grim reality where the sense of pain was a everyday thing.

There was no complaining, there was no hope. As grim as that sounded, it was realistic. Scarlett sighed, she needed something to calm her down. She grabbed the drug called Jet and stuck the needle in her arm. She sighed in content, she could now just drift off into a world where hr life was perfect. No war, no lost, no pain, just perfection.

Everything was dark. Scarlett looked around trying to find a light anywhere. Light suddenly surrounded her. Scarlett covered her eyes, trying to stop the slight pain that was coming from her eyes. When they adjusted, she looked around, everything was white now. Scarlett sighed, what was she suppose to do. Taking a couple of hesitant steps before she stopped. What was she looking for? Nothing could be seen for miles. She yelped in surprise when her dad suddenly was in front of her, his face set in a sneer.

"This is what you've become? A junkie who's slowly killing herself" Scarlett looked at her dad in shock. "W-what?" she managed to squeak out. "I'm ashamed to have call you my daughter" he screamed before running away and disappearing in thin air. Scarlett face looked horrified before looking at her feet. "It's OK honey" she heard a voice saying comfortably, she looked up to see a face she had only seen in photograph, her mother. Her face turned into one that was disgust as looked at her daughter. "You're my daughter? No wonder James is ashamed of you. I mean look at you! You have all those scars covering you and not to mention your emotional turmoil." Scarlett let out a sob as her mother said those words. Looking up as her mother transformed into Butch. "Is the baby going to cry? Nineteen years old and you still cry when someone insults you, how pathetic." He taunted, letting out a scream Scarlett went to push him but fell through as he disappeared.

She didn't bother to get up as she let out another sob. She grabbed her hair, pulling on it as she cried. Hearing footsteps she looked up as she was greeted with a bunch of people around her. Slowly forming a circle, she recognized these people, they were people she met, people she helped. It hurt how they everyone was either sneering at her or laughing and pointing. Scarlett couldn't take this no more. Grabbing her head, she prayed that everyone went away. Letting out a scream and a strangled sob, she kept screaming until her throat hurt to much to scream. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift of to the void that left her numb of feelings but very comfortable.

Scarlett eyes opened slowly as she adjusted to her settings. She was sitting in her chair, her hand loosely holding the syringe. Dropping it, she cradled her head, while she tried to forget the horrible dream. It was just a dream wasn't it? It felt so real, everything felt so real and that's what scared her the most.

And that's it! Yes, its short but I thought I'd end it there. For those of you who have no idea who the characters are.

James/Dad: Father of Scarlett who died protecting his life's work

Scarlett's mother: Died during child birth.

Butch: Scarlett's childhood bully growing up in the vault.

Anyway, that's it for this chapter. I will revise and repost some of these chapters as I notice spelling and grammar errors. Read and review