It was early Friday morning when I received horrible news.

Unfortunately, I had a restless night, the face that haunted my nightmares had returned. I spent all night lying awake, pushing the images of her away.

"Scarlett we have some news for you." Doctor Wilson said, walking into the room, followed by nurse Leah.

"Ok." I said sitting up. He put the clipboard down and Nurse Leah sat down next to me, tightly holding my hand. "Scarlett I'm afraid it's not good news." He said.

"Oh just tell the girl!" Nurse Leah snapped. How could Scarlett's life get any worse?

"Scarlett it's unlikely that you will ever be able to play at this level of football again." He explained. Nope, her life could get worse.

"Seriously?" I asked, I instantly felt so guilty, if only I had done something different.

"I'm sorry." He said. Nurse Leah pulled me into a tight hug, being careful not to hurt me. She obviously thought that I would cry. But football didn't mean as much to me as it should have. I wasn't Scarlett. I was shocked to see that Nurse Leah was crying. "I'm so sorry." She kept whispering. I just nodded, feeling slightly uncomfortable. I wasn't sure what would happen with college, as for her, it revolved around football.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Scarlett's friend Chloe shouted storming into the room, she was wearing a tracksuit, her hair was a mess and mascara was running down her face. I dropped the book beside me.

"I thought we were friends!" She cried.
Nurse Leah ran in, probably hearing the shouting. "What's going on?" She asked, looking straight at Chloe. "She didn't tell me she was hurt!" Chloe shouted angrily, her fists were clenched, as she let out loud sobs. "Scarlett how could you! I bet you told your new friends!" She sneered, I looked awkwardly around the room, what could I say.

"Leave." Nurse Leah angrily said.
"You could have called me, I mean surely you would be on your phone all day, your just sitting around!" She exclaimed, ignoring Nurse Leah. "I told you to leave!" Nurse Leah repeated. Chloe rolled her eyes and walked towards the door. "Don't come running to me when things go wrong." She smirked, walking away.

"Nice girl." Nurse Leah sneered. I nodded. To me the world now seemed to be a blur, everything was the same. Everywhere I looked I was trapped, no way of getting out. I found that reading was the only escape for me, taking me to a whole other world. I loved reading the characters stories, seeing there perspectives of life. The world around me was black and white, boring. I didn't see any point to be happy anymore, I lived so many different lives yet each felt the same. I felt so empty and broken, like I desperately needed someone to help me. I needed reassurance that I was ok, I longed for my old life. But it was gone, I would never get it back. I still remember my last moments, looking into the eyes of my family and friends. There pain filled eyes, tortured me everyday, as did my mother, fathers and brothers. I watched all of them die, knowing that there was nothing I could do. I had watched multiple people die, be killed and I had even killed people in all my many life's. I was a monster.

Morgan hadn't been around much that week. Nate had been next to me every spare moment he had, which helped with the mental pain of constantly torturing myself by the memories of all the bad things I had done.

On the second week of my hospital stay, Nate had walked through the doors, smiling brightly. "Hey." I smiled, pushing away the English essay that I had been struggling to write. "Hey." He said, sitting down next to me. "What's got you so happy?" I asked, turning my head to face him. "It's almost autumn break!" He said, pulling out his phone. "Yeah in two weeks." I laughed at his eagerness. "I have some exciting news." He smiled, tapping his passcode in, which I obviously knew. "I asked your mum and Blair and there fine with it." He smiled. "I even asked your nurse." He exclaimed. What was he talking about? I gave him a questioning look, but he showed me a picture of an adorable farm house. "Aww it's so sweet." I smiled. "It's where I live." He said, as if it was obvious. "Oh, it's so nice!" I grinned, taking his phone. "You live on a farm?" I asked. He nodded, showing me another picture of the farm house. "We live in Cornwall, so it's quite a while away from here." He said.

"So, you your mum and Blair are going to spend autumn break with us!" He exclaimed. "Really?" I asked, a smile quickly spreading over my face. "Yes! Your staying with us." He smiled, taking my hand. I pulled my hand away, but instantly regretting it. His face fell and I took his hand. That weird magnetic pull was pulling me closer to him. What the hell, I tried to pull away but I couldn't. "What the hell!" Nate exclaimed, feeling the weird pull too. I was so confused. I pushed it away. "That sounds great." I said. "But there's one problem I have a broken ankle." I sighed, pointing at my cast that was covered in drawings that Nate and Blair had done. "Well you have two weeks, to learn how to use crutches and properly this time." He smirked. "I don't think its that easy." He ignored my statement and took a sip of his water. "Tell me about your family." I said. He had barley said anything about his family. "Ok." He smiled, pulling me into his chest. I instantly felt safe and comfort. "Well I have a mum, a dad and two older brothers, James and Will." He said. "James is 18 and Will is 20, we live on the farm." He explained. "That's so cool, I would love to have older brothers." I smiled, resting my head on his chest. "Oh you would hate it, the constant teasing, there a pain in the ass." He laughed. "What's the farm like, what animals are there?" I asked. "I guess it's quite big, there's a fishing lake with an island in the middle, we have cows, sheep, pigs, chickens and a few ducks." He explained. I loved listening to him, his voice was so calm and comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold rainy day. I was excited to go to his farm because I had also like him grown up on a farm in the countryside almost 700 years ago. I was excited to see how much farming had changed. "I can remember playing pirates with my brothers on the island, using sticks as swords, it was fun, helping dad out with the harvest every year and helping mum feed the lambs milk in the spring." He said, I could tell that the farm was his happy place, where he felt safe. He talked so fondly about his parents, which I admired. I thought back to my old life, when I lived on the farm with my parents and younger brother. We led a simple life, like most of the people at the time, we lived in a small farm house, it only had four rooms, the kitchen, my mother and fathers room, my grandparents room and mine and my brothers room. I could remember helping my mother with the cooking and helping her repair dads clothes, after he and my grandfather and some of his friends went on a hunting trip.

My mother was the beautifulest woman I had ever known and the smartest. She was strict but kind and reminded me a lot of Clara. She was never afraid to get her hands dirty and she loved us with all her heart. She was so special to me. I remembered the four of us sitting by the fire. During the winter and spring, my mother worked in the castle as the princesses first maid and a wet nurse for the king and queens newest baby.

My mother and I would be sewing while my father and grandad talked about there latest hunting trip. My brother would be sat by the fire, playing with the wooden figures that my father had carved for him. My grandmother would be reading a book.

My father was so strong, mentally and physically, he was my best friend, I was always a daddy's girl. My father was hardworking and taught me to never give up on my dreams. He reminded me of a lion, he was fierce, loyal and loving. When my father wasn't sewing seeds or harvesting the crops, he worked as a carpenter, making furniture.

My grandmother was awfully strict. She was my second mother, she looked after my brother and I when our parents were out working. Of course, she would tell us off for almost everything. I was never more thankful for summer as it marked the beginning of harvest, although it was a lot of work, we all pulled out weight. It also meant that mother and father would be around more.

My grandfather was a very kind man, he loved us all to pieces. My younger brother was closest to him. He always loved teaching my younger brother things. My grandad told me and my brother to always believe in ourselves and to stand up for what we thought was right.

My younger brother was also one of my best friends, he could easily make me laugh and smile and I admired his carefree attitude. He loved nature and learning about the earth. Not many of the other children from the village liked us, thinking we were strange and constantly teased us. People were cruel back then. My younger brother often came back from school battered and bruised. He got in lots of fights with the other boys. We were incredibly close, there was only a year and a half between us. He was lucky to go to school, as our father was good friends with his teacher. Many other kids at the time didn't have that opportunity. I didn't as girls weren't allowed to go to school as only girls who belonged to rich families could get proper tuition. Of course my mother and grandmother tried to school me as much as they could. It was quite often that my brother would teach me to read. He helped me learn the letters and words and by the age of 15 I could read very well.

"What are you thinking about?" Nate asked, brushing my hair from my eyes. "How excited I am to stay with you and your family." I smiled. "Blair is very excited." He laughed. "Good for him."