Chapter 6: Changed
Okay, some of you "die hard; I love Scarlet because she's so selfish and so headstrong" fans will hate me for the rest of my life.please don't. I just think that Scarlet needs to change, that because she has been through so much. You can't go through what she's gone through and just stay the way you are. Nope, Scarlet is going to have to be changed. Sorry. I really am sorry to those who LOVE Scarlet as she is. If you are one of those fans, don't read this.it will disturb you forever.
Scarlet sat upon her bed, dressed in a flurry of white-it was the same dress she wore when she had been arguing with the twins on the steps of Tara. She remembered how she was back then, naïve and egocentric. Scarlet laughed a little, "Oh, how vain I was, thinking that I was so pretty when Melanie was all along the prettiest of all."
Yes, my little boys and girls, Scarlet was changed. It was by chance that she dreamed when she was unconscious.the dream involved Melanie: in the dream, Melanie wasn't dead, she was still alive, and laughing in her yard with Ashley at her side. She seemed so happy, so full of life.watching her child run past the bushes and watching her husband play with her child.
Now that she was awake, Scarlet thought that somehow, it was she who deprive Melanie of the future; that it was her selfishness, her haughtiness.that deprive Melanie of everything.
"Maybe," Scarlet thought, "maybe if I grow up a little; maybe if I become a lady.maybe Rhett will call me a 'very great lady' and then maybe he'll love me again.or maybe he won't. Things can't always go my way.and sometimes, there isn't a tomorrow.though Tara will always be there."
She walked up and went to the balcony of her room, looking at, from an eagle's point of view, London. All around her were horses, pulling their masters here and there, men orating about this and that, and women and men shopping in all sorts of shops. Then from the yard, a gruff voice sang a song-the same one her mother had often sung her to bed. "And the angels are singing. From the heavens that are high. Love is their gift for holy ones. Love is their gift for beauties too. Angels are those kind and prim. Angels are those who lend a hand. Giving everything they have."
Then the voice stopped, and Mr. Morris sat down upon the garden bench, crying his heart out for his sister. Then Scarlet began with tears in her eyes, ".then they will leave for golden gates. Then they will find a better place. Yet they will never leave our hearts. On this earth, they will live. They will find that we do love, we do love them for all time."
It was time to make her mother proud and to become a great lady.
Okay, some of you "die hard; I love Scarlet because she's so selfish and so headstrong" fans will hate me for the rest of my life.please don't. I just think that Scarlet needs to change, that because she has been through so much. You can't go through what she's gone through and just stay the way you are. Nope, Scarlet is going to have to be changed. Sorry. I really am sorry to those who LOVE Scarlet as she is. If you are one of those fans, don't read this.it will disturb you forever.
Scarlet sat upon her bed, dressed in a flurry of white-it was the same dress she wore when she had been arguing with the twins on the steps of Tara. She remembered how she was back then, naïve and egocentric. Scarlet laughed a little, "Oh, how vain I was, thinking that I was so pretty when Melanie was all along the prettiest of all."
Yes, my little boys and girls, Scarlet was changed. It was by chance that she dreamed when she was unconscious.the dream involved Melanie: in the dream, Melanie wasn't dead, she was still alive, and laughing in her yard with Ashley at her side. She seemed so happy, so full of life.watching her child run past the bushes and watching her husband play with her child.
Now that she was awake, Scarlet thought that somehow, it was she who deprive Melanie of the future; that it was her selfishness, her haughtiness.that deprive Melanie of everything.
"Maybe," Scarlet thought, "maybe if I grow up a little; maybe if I become a lady.maybe Rhett will call me a 'very great lady' and then maybe he'll love me again.or maybe he won't. Things can't always go my way.and sometimes, there isn't a tomorrow.though Tara will always be there."
She walked up and went to the balcony of her room, looking at, from an eagle's point of view, London. All around her were horses, pulling their masters here and there, men orating about this and that, and women and men shopping in all sorts of shops. Then from the yard, a gruff voice sang a song-the same one her mother had often sung her to bed. "And the angels are singing. From the heavens that are high. Love is their gift for holy ones. Love is their gift for beauties too. Angels are those kind and prim. Angels are those who lend a hand. Giving everything they have."
Then the voice stopped, and Mr. Morris sat down upon the garden bench, crying his heart out for his sister. Then Scarlet began with tears in her eyes, ".then they will leave for golden gates. Then they will find a better place. Yet they will never leave our hearts. On this earth, they will live. They will find that we do love, we do love them for all time."
It was time to make her mother proud and to become a great lady.