Penelope Love’s P.O.V.
Penelope Love sat at her desk with a pen in her hand, writing down the darkest thoughts that came to her mind. Her passion was writing and she hoped one day all her hard work would be acknowledged. Penelope wanted nothing more than to be a bestselling author and with writing every single day, she was going to make sure it damn well happened. From a very young age, she would always express her passion and when no one supported her, she worked twice as hard to prove them wrong.
“Penelope!” She heard her mother shout from downstairs. With a silent groan, Penelope drops her pen and gets up from her desk, walking downstairs.
“Yeah?” Penelope wandered into the kitchen.
“Are you studying?” Her mother questioned with a raised eyebrow and Penelope gulped.
“I—” She hesitated, ready to lie so her mother wouldn’t find out she’s wasting her time writing.
“From your hesitation, I’m going to assume that’s a no” Her mother shook her head before continuing. “I don’t understand. You’re so smart and capable of great things. I’m sure if you studied and did well in school, scholarships would be calling your name. Instead, you decide to waste your time writing useless things. Don’t you want to be successful?”
Penelope frowns before answering. “Mom, of course, I do! I truly believe I can be successful with my writing. My friends think my writing is extremely good and I think one day I can make it as an author. Why don’t you believe in me?”
“Honey, I do believe in you, but do you know how hard it is to become an author? Especially a bestselling author? In today’s age, It’s incredibly difficult and everyone now has smartphones, so it’s rare for people to read books anymore. I just want what’s best for you and I don’t want you to be broken when this dream of yours doesn’t happen” Her mother explains with her hands on her hips, causing Penelope to roll her eyes.
“Yeah well, your opinion is very biased and I don’t agree with it. Many people in this day and age still read. Besides, how are you going to tell me that you believe in me and a second later tell me that my dream isn’t going to happen” She responded, growing frustrated. The same old back and forth with her mother was growing tiring and Penelope didn’t know how to get her mother to start believing in her.
“I’m only protecting you” Her mother exclaimed.
Penelope scoffed loudly. “You’re not protecting me. If anything you’re damaging my self-esteem! A mother should be there and believe in her daughter, not constantly make her feel like shit and tell her she’s going nowhere in life.”
“Penelope—” Her mother began but I hastily cut off.
“No. I don’t want to hear any more excuses. I don’t care if you don’t believe in me because I sure as hell do and one day, I will prove you wrong and show you that I can become an author” Penelope told her mother with confidence. Not earning a response, she walked back up the stairs and left her mother in the kitchen to think about what just happened.
Slamming her bedroom door shut to show how angry she was, Penelope sat on the edge of her bed. She loves her mother and her mother loves her, there was no denying that but she just wished her mother understood her more. It was like no matter how much they argued over Penelope’s future, they couldn’t find the same ground. Her mother was a very important person in her life other than her aunt and cousin Melody. All she wanted was for her mother to support her and her dreams, no matter how crazy it seemed. It drove Penelope absolutely crazy that she didn’t have any support and she just wanted to find someone who understood her, even if it was a little bit.
Hearing a door shut, she figured that her mother locked herself in her room for the night. Being inside wasn’t helping Penelope calm the anxious feeling inside her. Standing up, she grabbed a hoodie, slipping it over her head and putting her shoes on. With that, she escaped into the night running into an intriguing stranger.
Scarlett Tate’s P.O.V.
TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of Suicide.
It was another depressing night for Scarlett Tate. She laid on her bed, covered in her bed sheets with tears streaming down her face. Tonight was the one year anniversary since she lost her father. Scarlett remembered the night like it was just yesterday. With the constant nightmares and reminders from her mother who blamed her, it was impossible for her to forget. It felt like she was slowly breaking into tiny pieces. Almost like she was slowly rotting from the inside out. Scarlett was broken beyond repair and was in pain each second of each day. She would constantly pray and pray, wishing that her heart would no longer hurt, but what was the point? No one was listening. She was all alone.
After thinking it over many, many times, Scarlett planned to end her life. It wasn’t like anyone was going to miss her anyway. If anything, she thought people would be glad she was gone. This was a chance to reunite with the one person who actually gave a shit about her. She wanted nothing more than to go see her father again while he tells her how much he loves her.
Throwing the covers off her, she sat up in bed with her feet touching the cold tile. Scarlett stood up and walked over to her full length mirror. Her hair was greasy and tangled. The white tank top she wore was wrinkled and had a stain from the food she ate a day ago. If she wasn’t already dead, it sure as hell looked like she was. The silence surrounding her was enough for the monster inside of her mind to scream at her. She needed to escape this dreadful place full of misery.
Scarlett tied her hair up before throwing her tank top off and to the ground. She dug through her drawers for a clean shirt and when she finally came across one, tears escaped her eyes. It was her father’s favorite shirt, the only clean shirt she had at the moment. Wiping her eyes quickly, she put the shirt on and put on a pair of leggings. After putting on her slides, Scarlett made her way down the steps quickly. She hoped that her mother was sleeping so she wouldn’t have to hear her taunting’s.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Scarlett heard her mother question, sitting on the couch with the television on.
“I’m going out for a bit. I need some fresh air” She answered walking to the front door, grabbing the handle.
“Open a window.” Her mother grumbled.
Scarlett rolled her eyes. “It’s not the same” She told her and she heard her mother scoff.
“Whatever, problem child. Be home in an hour, you have school tomorrow.”
“Fine” Scarlett mumbled, opening the door and leaving.
Hopping on her bike, she peddled to her safe haven where no one would find her. After twenty minutes, Scarlett panted heavily out of breath. She finally reached the small field surrounded by billions of flowers and trees. Since it was almost midnight, it was hard to see the breathtaking view in front of her. When she had first come across this place after school one day, Scarlett could have sworn this was plucked right out of a classic novel or film.
The field sat right behind a massive lake that she would like to stick her bare feet in during the summer time. The water was so clear that you could see the bottom of the lake and the fish that swam around. Scarlett moved and sat at the edge of the lake. She hugged her knees to her chest and stared down at the water deep in the thought. The moon was shining brightly in the sky that night, giving off a reflection on the lake. Scarlett took a deep breath before sighing. She wishes her father was here with her to see this place, he would have loved it.
“Oh! My bad… I didn’t realize anyone else knew about this place” A voice exclaimed from behind Scarlett, causing her to jump up startled. She turned to the owner of the voice and her breath got stuck in her throat.
“Me neither…” Scarlett trailed off, finally managing to find her voice.
The girl that stood in front of her was almost as breathtaking as this field and lake. She stood there in an oversized hoodie that reached right above her knees. She was so tiny… Scarlett thought to herself, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t small either. The girl that looked to be around the same age as her was only a few inches shorter than she was.
The stranger cleared her throat and Scarlett shook her head, pulling herself out of her thoughts. “I’m sorry for interrupting you. I’ll leave if you want.”
“No!” Scarlett said a little too quickly, her cheeks reddening. “I mean, It’s fine. You weren’t interrupting me” The girl smiled softly with a nod.
Scarlett felt her heartbeat quicken and sat back down at the edge of the lake with the girl following her actions. She couldn’t help but turn her head to look at the girl who sat next to her looking up at the moon.
“You want to know what I love about the moon?” The girl asked, not bothering to move her eyes from the sky.
“No matter how troubled your mind may feel or how shitty your life is going, the moon is always there to comfort you. Without it, the night would be nothing but darkness. Sure there are stars, but even that’s not enough to defend you from the darkest night. It shines brightly every night, protecting you from the demons that want to consume your mind. The moon is the only thing that won’t judge you… It’s always there for you” She explained.
Scarlett gives the girl beside her a look of curiosity. “Wow… I never thought of it like that. To me it’s just an astronomical body orbiting the earth” She told her and the girl let out a loud laugh.
For some odd reason, goosebumps scattered all across Scarlett’s skin. She has never seen this girl in her life, but how come she is making her feel this way? This stranger has a completely different perception of life and sees things on a deeper level than she does. Scarlett found this girl completely mysterious, intriguing and she wanted to know more about her.
“I’m Penelope Love” The intriguing stranger finally introduced herself, turning her head to look at Scarlett with a soft smile.
Her cheeks flushed a deep pink and she returned the gesture before responding. “Scarlett Tate.”