~SCARLETT.

*~FLASHBACK~*

EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD.

I clutched my small bag tightly, the strap digging into my shoulder. It held everything I had left, which was just a few clothes thrown together in a hurry. Everything else was gone.

It had only been a month since my parents died, and my life had unraveled faster than I thought possible. At first, I couldn't leave the house. I spent days locked in my room, crying until I couldn't anymore.

Then came the knock on the door.

The ...