I used to think you were cool, but you're not.. You're evil..

You're dumb..

You gave her an open shot and she took it...

The voice in my head echoed as I groaned and then finally stirred awake, I looked around but there was nothing except a white room that I'm pretty sure I was supposed to go in.

Instead I waited out here for a minute but then decided to walk in, there was another girl inside but she looked confused.

"Excuse me..?"

I whispered as I approached the girl, she turned around and smiled at me slightly.

Normally I would've introduced myself to her but she isn't someone I'm familiar with, I learned to stop introducing myself so quickly to people.

The girl looked around the room and walked around it, there was something iffy about all of this but I wasn't about to go around telling her that.

"I'm Scarlett."

The girl told me, I looked at her and now began to take in all of her features which seemed so similar.

I looked at her as my jaw dropped.

"I'm, I'm Scarlett.."

I responded back to her, a smile grew on her face.

"I know that, we're no different silly."

Scarlett told me happily, I looked at her in shock, she truly is me.

But she didn't look like me..

"Obviously I don't look like you, there's one thing that I know that you don't!"

The girl said in a sing song tone, I looked at her as she grabbed my hand and placed it in hers.

"I'm your conscience, something in your head that tells you whether you're right about something or that you're missing something but you don't know yet."

She finally told me, I looked at her and nodded slowly still not understand what is going on.

"I could do verbal conversation or..."

Mental conversations..

The sentence finished in my head as she stood silent, Conscience Scarlett was a lot more preppy than I was.

I looked at her and nodded slowly before telling her I chose the mental conversations, only because I thought it was really cool that she could do that.

"Why, why exactly am I here and most importantly what is this place?"

These were the two most important questions that I had to get out of my system, I wanted to know the answer but at the same time I didn't.

Only because I was scared that my conscience was going to tell me I died, I didn't want to die.

Not yet anyways, I didn't mind dying in Jaden's arms anyways.

It's your own mind, you're here for a reason Scarlett.

For me to show you that you need to think before you make a decision.

I nodded my head slowly before my conscience moved closer to me, she grabbed my hand in hers and then looked at me.

Do you trust me?

I'm not gonna lie, I took a moment to really consider the fact that I probably don't trust my own conscience.

But I nodded my head, Scarlett grabbed my other hand and then she closed her eyes.

Close your eyes Idiot.

"Oh, uhm right."

I stammered and shut my eyes as told, I have zero idea what the hell we're doing but, I trust myself.

I think..

You can open your eyes now..

As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at a girl's body.

She laid lifeless on the hospital bed, I looked around and watched as my father walked into the room and grabbed her hand, right when the monitor flat lined.

"No, No No! Scarlett! Wake up!"

He began to scream, holding onto the body as I walked closer my stomach turned.

It was my body, I watched as three male nurses grabbed my father and forced him out of the room.

That day your mother arrived, you ignored me, I made your stomach turn.

But you ignored me.

My eyes were blurred from the tears that were crawling out, my lip quivered as I slowly sunk down to the ground.

There's absolutely no possibility that I did die, especially after there were so many visible signs..

Your mother never came to the hospital and apologized, she couldn't care less whether or not you died.

Conscience Scarlett stood beside me as she watched as my body was taken out of the room, I looked at her as she just stared straight ahead.

It was like she knew the outcome of this situation and she was forcing me to watch, it was her way of punishing me for ignoring her signs.

"Why, why are we watching this?"

I whimpered as I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed, Scarlett looked down at me and took a deep breath before crouching down to my level.

She grabbed my chin and forced me to make eye contact with her.

To show you that you should never ignore your gut feeling, no matter what the circumstances are.

I nodded but before I was able to say anything, Conscience Scarlett grabbed my hand and closed her eyes which meant I had to shut my eyes.

When I opened them back up, we were at the white room again or, my mind?

"You're a messed up person, did you know that?"

I told her with a sassy tone.

"We're the same person, if anything, we're a messed up person."

She spoke back to me, I couldn't help but laugh at the reply.

"Okay no more of that, we're going back to the day mom came back. You're setting things right before you die, for real this time."

I nodded and walked over to her, we repeated our actions and I waited for the okay to open my eyes.

I opened my eyes and unlocked the front door, this time I knew what to expect and I knew exactly how I was going to handle it.

When I opened the door, I was greeted with shouting and Atlas crying.

My mom stood in front of my dad, she turned and smiled at me.

I didn't know what I wanted to do but I remembered the hell I went through, I didn't want to go through that again.

"Scar, she'll be leaving soon.."

My father spoke to me, I nodded at him and set my bag on the ground by the door and walked up to my mother.

The next thing you're about to witness, I advise you not to do to your actual mom.

"Honey, I came back for-"

Before she even finished her sentence, I slapped her.

There was no problem with me doing that and I didn't regret it either, when she held the spot I slapped, I moved back.

I used to think you were cool, but you're not.. You're evil.

I spat before walking over to Alana and hugging her tightly, I turned around with my hand holding hers and glared at my mother.

"Alana Mayleen Delmonico is my mother, not you."

Those words hurt her and I know it did, but I don't care.

Alana Mayleen Delmonico, is my mother and nobody could change that.