Scarlette Primrose D1 finished

Your parents were absolutely thrilled when you came along. A tiny little baby girl with golden-blond hair and the biggest green eyes ever. You were adorable. Your parents brought you home from the hospital two days after you were born and named you Grace Primrose but you later changed your name to a more appropriate name.

As a toddler, you were a bundle of joy for your parents. A quick learner but also a child who got into a lot of trouble. One time, you even took apart your parents' portable music chip, which was small enough to fit in the palm of your tiny hand, with a small screw driver. Your mother, Shimmer Primrose, was less than stellerly impressed with you. (You didn't know at the time that it was NOT a good Idea to take it apart). For the last three years of life, your parents had showered you in luxuries and had spoiled you with everything you could want; dolls, clothes, toys, books, anything to keep you entertained. You were a curious child, always getting into things and asking lots of questions. "Mommy, why is the sky blue?" "Mommy, why do I have to go to aunty's?" you were quite the little chatterbox. You were talking by the time you were 9 months, speaking in full sentences by the time you were 1 and were walking/running by 13 months, lets just say, you were quite the handful for your parents.

You started Kindergarten at Five years of age. You were friendly with all the kids in your class and were very open about everything. That was also the time you got into dance. Your teacher, Ms. Silver, taught your class how to dance and you enjoyed it so much that you convinced your parents to enroll you at the District one prestigious Dance Academy. You loved every minute of it but your parents got stuck bringing you to every single event. They didn't seem to mind too much though, your father, Coco Primrose, didn't have to work so he played taxi driver for you.

Your small, happy world came crashing down on you when your mother suddenly became very sick. The doctors tried everything they could but they couldn't find a cure for her. You watched as she slowly faded away, her condition deteriorating before your eyes until she died one cold day in November. You cried for her as did your father. After her death, your father became very depressed and began drinking a lot every night. He'd come home some nights and beat you because he was so drunk and so angry with the world for taking his wife away from him. You became scared to go home after school was finished and often stayed late at the academy.

Your father had been relatively sober for the last few months but you were still unsure of him. You knew that at any time he could go back to being the monster but for now he was good. You looked down at your body, it had grown strong from dancing, your legs were muscled and your arms were strong. You could easily do the splits and were proud of it. Your personality, in the last two years had changed drastically. You'd once been a very sweet berry, now you were a sweet berry with a bitter aftertaste. You were angry with your father, and were afraid of your father. You loved dance and you cared about the other dancers in your group. You had a big heart for people but many of them had hurt you, the biggest two being your mother who died and your father who was physically abusive of you. You knew there was little anyone could do to heal the wounds inflicted on you.

You’re tired of it. You’re tired of your fathers abuse every day. You pack up your things in a backpack you normally use for school and run away from home, going to your friend, Ella’s house. She takes you in kindly, letting you stay in her room with her. You feel safer at her house than you’ve felt in a long time and are finally able to get a decent nights sleep. Ella has been your friend for a quite a while, basically since you both started at the dance academy and you’re really close to her. By the time you were eleven, your golden blonde hair had turned more of a goldeny brown color but your eyes were still huge and a lovely emerald green.

You were living with Ella and her parents when she killed her other best friend. You remember coming home and seeing her curled up in a ball on her bed. You knew that it had been an accident but she still blamed herself and you knew how much it had hurt her. You try to support her as much as you can but quickly realize that maybe the best thing for you to do is to get out of there and find somewhere else to live. You move out and go to live with your grandparents who are surprisingly still alive. They take you in willingly and you settle down into a comfortable routine. You haven’t spoken to your father in just under two years and you don’t think you ever could. He’s hurt you too much to ever be forgiven. You keep yourself busy by putting all your effort into your dancing and school work. You’re not much of a career, you don’t want to kill other people in the games, but you do know how to handle most weapons. Your personality has become very withdrawn from most people and it’s rare that you will open up to anyone. This is also the time that you decide to change your name because Grace is a shameful name and reminds you of your mother too much. You decide on the name Scarlette, Scar for short, because you have a lot of physical and emotional scars. You told everyone, including your grandparents, to start calling you Scar otherwise, you’d snap at them with a reminder. You were hurting inside so nobody could really blame you for snapping

You hate being a burden on your grandparents. You’ve been living with them for two years now and things aren’t looking that great. Your grandmother is deathly sick and your grandfather does all he can to help her. You’ve luckily found a group of dancers who are like you. They’re called the Pretty, Talented, spirited dancers, or PTSD’s for short. All the people in the group have been through some sort of traumatic event in their life, including Ella, one of your best friends. While you’ve been in this group, you’ve met who you thought was your soul mate, Link, but it turns out, he’s got a history of violence and your relationship with him is no exception. He hits you and is emotionally cruel to you but you’re too afraid to do anything about it. Ella and your new friend Brayden both support you and you know that Brayden cares about you a lot. He hates Link with a passion and would do anything to keep you safe. You aren’t really aware of it though. In fact, you’re kind of oblivious to his feelings for you. Perhaps, if you let him, he would help you with Link and maybe teach Link how to treat you right. Until you come to your senses though, you’ll stay in this abusive relationship.

Where are you now? You’re still a part of the PTSD’s but you’ve started to worry more about your appearance. You’re almost done growing and by the looks of it, you’re not going to be that tall, only 5’4” and you’re light as a feather, weighing a whopping 100 lbs. You’re light on your toes and quick, a great advantage to you but also a disadvantage because you can’t fight back against Link and this angers you so much. You hate being powerless like this, it makes you feel weak, like you always felt when you were with your father. You haven’t spoken to your father in over five years and the last you heard of him, he’d gotten himself a new job and wanted you back. When you’d heard this, you’d laughed without humour and told the person who’d delivered the message that there was no Fucking way you were going back there. For now, you’re content, biding your time and waiting for the perfect moment to get your revenge.[/blockquote

[notes]Finally done^^
[song]I hate this part by the Pussy cat dolls
[codeword] Odair
[Other]Nope