"as I turned and faced what was behind me, I was thinking of just
taking off running. but no, I turned and faced the demon behind
me. my own, it was me..."
Hi, I'm Scarlet, 21 years old, and I'm no ordinary girl. I have
experienced to much to be a normal girl. I've seen to much. But
here's my story...
I was 17 when it happened, when I lost him. No, I'm not talking
about my boyfriend, I'm talking about my bestfriend Brad. We were
coming home from some thing, I don't remember what it was.
Anyways, we were driving down the highway, it was quiet, and
dead, and then.. This, this light. That's all I remember, I woke
up in the hospital a few days later, only to hear Brad was dead.
My older sister Katy kept saying it's okay. But honestly what the
hell was she talking about, she wasn't the one who had just lost
her partner in crime (literally).
Brad and I, we we're the closest of friends. Always supporting
one another, I mean if one got in trouble, the other was right
there to take some blame to. I just, why did it have to be him?
How did he die? I ask these questions everyday, I just want some
answers. Like, there was this one time, we got into soem trouble
(nothing new) but we missed our curfew, and we were out drinking,
you know having the time of our lives. Then I went home, but I
didn't reliaze he was with me, and my dad was furious with me,
for two reasons, 1, because I was drunk, and 2, I missed curfew,
but there Brad was, taking the blame saying it was all his fault,
and he wouldn't let it happen again. Naturally my father forbided
me to see Brad again, but like that was going to happen. It'd be
like telling dad to stop drinking and smoking, yeah not going to
The restless nights have been happening more frequently, every
night, same dream, same nightmare, same everything..
I was sneaking out onto the roof top and then climb down the
ladder on the side of the house to go meet up with Brad and
others at a party (typical). It was around ten-thirty when I
snuck out, and when I finally met up with him and everybody else,
it was about 11pm.
"Hey, Scar!" Hollered Billy
"Naturally, late but great, Scar." Brad managed to say between
I wondered if he was high, which was something new.
"Hey." I said cautiously, which was really odd for me, but Brad
seemed different tonight.
"You ready?" brad said anxiously.
"Ready? Ready for what, I just got here! Can't I just sit for a
"Yeah Brad! Let the girl relax! Beer?"
"Sure, thanks." I said to Leo.
"No, we have to go, NOW!"
"Brad, take a second, what's going on?!" I said quickly with
He pulled me up from the chair and dragged me off to the parking
lot which I found particularily odd because neither of us owned a
vehicle. But before I knew it, we were at this car, and he shoved
me into the passenger's side and slammed the door, and made his
way to the driver's side.
"Whoa, whoa, Brad, YOU are not driving!"
"Why the hell not?!'
"Because, you're drunk for one, and you're not even a licensed
driver!" I screamed.
"Shut up. You're not the boss Scarlet."
Then he struck me across the face, and I just sat there in shock
and I didn't even realize he started the car, and we were
driving. Then it happened. We were on the side of the road, no a
ditch, off a cliff? I don't know.
"Brad, Brad, Brad!?' I said weakly and quickly.
I always wake up right after that, I'm still trying to figure out
what happened thaty night, but as you can tell, FOUR years later,
Last night while I was getting ready to go to sleep, there was a
knock at my door, I went and opened the door a crack, but nobody
was there, so I just closed the door and locked it, then went
back to my bedroom, where shortly after, I fell asleep.
When I woke up that following morning, I noticed my door was
slightly open, like my bedroom door, I sat up and looked around
but I didn't see anyone. I figured I just didn't close my bedroom
door all the way the night before. After I showered I wanderedd
my way to the kitchen and put on a pot of tea, that's when I
noticed things had been touched, my bag wasn't where I had put
it, so I cautiiously walked out into the living room with a
frying pan in hand and scoped the living room out...
I didn't find anyone, but what I saw was what that had taken me
"Do you want to know what happened?" was written in red all over
my living room wall. Whoever it was that came in here lastnight,
knows. They KNOW! But wait, what if whoever it is, is just
messing with me... But it has been FOUR years since IT happened.
Oh god, I felt sick to my stomach, I want to know what happened
that night, but this, this is just creepy.
During that day I was on edge througout the entire day, waiting
mostly. Waiting for that person to come forward, but deep down I
knew they wouldn't show their face, or faces?
When I got home after work and my daily errands, I took it easy,
and sat in the living room, and watched the news. but, those
BOLD, RED letters on my wall had the majority of my attention. I
WANT to know what happened. What happened that night? Did Brad
really die from the crash? Because I know I didn't. Was he
murdered? But why wasn't I? Did someone have this god awful
grudge on him, and not me? Who came in here? Why wouldn't they
just come out and say they knew? How did they get in? What did
they know? Where are they know? When did they break in lastnight?
Is Brad really dead?....