Scarlett
I sat up and leaned towards the door. What's that sound? Without any warning the door kicked open and a boy about my age rushed in.
"Follow me. Now." He said, A fierce look in his eye. I hopped out of bed and jogged after him. I stopped outside my door and turned to him.
"You're real right?" I ask.
"No." He muttered, vanishing. I turned around to see my door firmly intact. Crap.
"Scarlett, you better not be out of bed." Yelled David from the kitchen. Crap crap crap. Okay focus. I closed my eyes and walked into my room, Imagining the door open. I opened my eyes to find myself in my room. I punched the air and crawled back into my bed. The lock shook as David forced the door open. Be calm Scarlett.
"Scarlett!" He yelled. I sat up and pretended to yawn.
"Yes?" I ask. He walked up to me and backhanded my across my face. I whimpered and leaned back, falling on my back on the floor. He hurried around the bed and pulled me up by my collar.
"Make pancakes Scarlett." He whispered. I swallowed and ran down the hall. I paused before entering the kitchen. The door's right there. I could run and leave right now. David shoved me into the kitchen and turned on the stove.
"Make pancakes Scarlett." He said again. I held my hand above the burner. It's an electric stove but this will still hurt like heck. I closed my eyes and placed my hand on the burner. I screamed as pain shot up my arm. David pulled my hand off the burner and pulled out the phone.
"Yes? My daughter burned her hand! Yeh, it's pretty bad! Hurry!" He hung up the phone and look me straight in the eyes. I cradled my hand to my chest and gasped in pain.
"How did you get outside your room Scarlet? Tell me now of we'll go for round two!" He whispered smiling sweetly. Tears streamed down my face as I glared at him.
"How could I leave my room? The door was locked and you have the only key." I whispered saying the longest sentience since my mothers funereal. I heard the ambulance sirens and ran to the window. I jogged out the front door and held out my hand as the jumped out and rushed to me.
"What happened?" A female nurse asked in an accent. I looked back at David and swallowed.
"I made pancakes." I whispered turning back. I felt a tear run down my cheek. The woman turned around and made a face at a male nurse. He looked angry and walked towards David.
"Listen," I turned back to her. "I'm Simmons and you need to come with us, Okay?!" I frowned and looked back at David and the man. The we fighting. With their fists.
"Stop!" I screamed running to them. The man paused and looked at me. I ran as fast as I could and at the last second I kicked David in the side and hard as I could. The man pulled me back as I went in for 'round two'. David coughed up blood and clutched his side. I pulled away and tried to kick him again.
"Stop," The man yelled. "You keep going and your no better then him." I swallowed and pulled away and ran back into my house and into my room. I dumped all the books out off my backpack and threw in my phone, flashlight, the money I kept from New York, some clothes and the food from my stash. I jogged into the bathroom and grabbed my inhaler. I barely use it anymore because I would rather die from an asthma attack then stay with David. I paused at my nightstand and picked up the silver necklace with a green stone my mother got me at an antique shop in New York. I clipped it around my neck and crawled out my window. I ran through backyards and dove over a fence. I gasp in pain at my burn on my hand. I ran across the road and heard a honk and turned my head. A van plowed into my side, sending my flying into the ditch.
I'm not dead.
I moaned in pain and rolled onto my side. Kill me now...
"Sorry! I didn't see you there!" I looked up to see none other the... BUM BUM BUM Tara Michel! You win a million bucks! Just kidding.
"I working on getting my permit!" She says. I glare at her. Typical Tara. Tsk tsk. Talking about herself when it obvious that someone else needs the microphone.
"I, Like, Might get my license early! Beat that Scarlett! HA!" She hopped up and go back in her car. One more thing. She hates me.
"Just bleeding to death over here! No problem over here!" I yelled, touching my bruised and bleeding side. She hopped out of her car with her phone and called 911. I ignored what she said and glared at the sky. I groaned when I heard the ambulance coming. The same people from last time got out and brought me into ambulance. I glared at the ceiling the whole ride as they gave my a shot that made me what to feel happy. They took off my backpack and stuck it in the corner. I looked at the two people sitting on either side of me. The woman was stitching up my side and the man was staring at the back of the ambulance.
"Why am I here." I asked. He turned and looked at me.
"You have special... ability's and we need to protect you from the people that want to make you do bad thing with them." He said. I rolled my eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"My name is Agent Phil Coulson and we're S.H.I.E.L.D."