There were times I found myself wandering from my home day or night without so much as a thought placed into my actions. My actions drifted into somewhat of a Parallel relativity while on automatic pilot.
Scarlett as everyone called me came from a nickname I’d come to be known. As some would say I carried myself through life-like a scar on the meadows jagged edge, past due beyond the shadows of gravesites; clinging onto things never intended by others to withstand.
It would be those shadows of doubts that lingered everywhere I went as everything in my life was in limbo or parallel to unfortunate circumstances.