Scarlett Dunaburgh was a fifteen year old girl with grey eyes and long brown hair. She was sitting in a room with only a blank matress. She had no toys and no pictures on the wall. The walls matched the white matress. Scarlett had to be very silent otherwise someone who gave her a welcoming into this word would be provoked and bashed her with hate.

     Her bedroom door slammed open greeting her drunk mother holding up Scarlett's report card.

   "You little fucking shit." Her mother screamed and shoved her report right into her face. "You are such a dumb bitch. Why aren't you studying?"

   Scarlett looked at her report card. She had high eighties and nineties. She saw nothing wrong, it was high A's and B's.

   "Th..there's nothing wrong with it mother." Scarlett stuttered with fear. "It's all eighties and nineties."

   Her mother smacked her across the face. "I wanted hundreds on all your grades. No more food, no more games, just reading and studying." She hissed.

   That's when Scarlett snapped. "I'd bet you never got hundreds on your report cards! I've been studying my ass off and getting my homework done."

   "Are you talking back to me?" Her mother shrieked.

    "I was saying a point!" Scarlett shouted.

   Her mother gripped her by the neck and threw her across the room. Her mother beatened her violently. Scarlett was suffering blow after blow. When it was all over, her lip and nose was bleeding. She was covered with swollen bruises.
  
   "Don't talk back to me otherwise, you're dead." Her mother hissed back before slamming the door.

      Damn drunken S. O. B. Scarlett thought. Her brain felt emotionless due to she was beatened mostly by her father. Her heart felt forsaken due to her own mother had beatened her due to she was drunk.

      Scarlett woke up as her father came in screaming around six within the early morning. "Wake up, you're almost late."

    "The bus comes at seven." Scarlett mumbles while she sat up.

    "No breakfast for you!" Her father hissed.

   I will just get it at school then. Scarlett said in her mind.

   Scarlett gotten dress into some ripped sweat pants with a sweat shirt. It was only clothes she had for school. Scarlett got out of the bedroom. Her mother came across looking she's still a bit intoxicated from last night.

    "Since you're such a barren and a mistake, we decided to replace you with an adoption." She spat.

    "Go alright ahead, you're a bad parent anyways." Scarlett rolled her eyes.

     "And I already filled off a restraining order against you. If you ever speak to your new sister, you're dead meat!" Her mother threatened.

   "Whatever. Maybe I can get away from her to see what's going to turn out with you and dad raising her." Scarlett smiled and walked away. She didn't give a crap if her mother snaps and beats her again or grounds her for talking back.

     Scarlett brush passed father and grabbed her backpack. Her homework was done at school because last time her parents had ripped it up. Scarlett was being honest with her teacher, Mr. Johnes, that he excused her because he thought her parents were bunch of a-holes.

    Scarlett sat within the farthest range of the bus driver.

   "Oh shit, it's Friday." Scarlett groans. School was her escape from her mom and dad. She only had one friend that she ventilated with about her abusive father and mother. That friend she was talking about was Sara Finacae.

    Scarlett only found Sara during lunch. Sara was only sitting with few of her friends by that time. Scarlett gets along just fine with them, however, to her she keeps her mouth shut.

    "Hey, Sara, spell me." One of the boys ordered Sara.

   "M. E." Sara replies.

   "You forgot the D."

   "There's no D in me."

    "There will be one soon." He smirked. Scarlett and Sara's friends began to chuckle. Sara was confused on what so funny until she figured it out.

   "You jack around!" Sara jokes then they cracked up with laughter.

   "Hey, Scarlett, you look like you've been into a fight is everything alright?" Sara turns her attention to Scarlett.

   "Everything is fine. I just f..fell off from a tree." Scarlett lies.

   "Seriously, Scarlett, those bruises upon your flesh look like you're taking a beating." Sara replies skeptic. "Is your father beating you up again?"

   "No."

   "What: Scarlett is being abused?" The same guy who tricked Sara also known as Trey asked.

   "I am not being abused. I just fell out of the tree." Scarlett lies again.

   "Scarlett, you've worn the same clothes day after day. I see new bruises and scars are on you everyday you come into school. You look like you're malnourished and neglected." Sara scolded.

   "I am fine, damn it." Scarlett groans. "I have a new step sister coming home tonight."

   "Right after I'm telling the staff members, I think they wouldn't." Sara picks up her paper tray and throws it away. Sara walks to one of the lunch monitors'. Scarlett felt building up inside her yet enraged.

   Scarlett launched out of her seat before Sara started to talk to the lunch monitor. "Sara, don't!" She spat.

   "You aren't safe in that damn house with your damn parents. You getting abused and malnourished, yet they have a new foster child coming in. I think it's time to step up, Scarlett." Sara said back.

   "Don't tell the staff. I don't want Child Protection Services coming to my house."

   "You want to be dead or be saved?" Sara raises her brow.

   "You two girls, get back to your seats." The lunch monitor ordered.

   "She is being abused by her own parents!" Sara pointed to Scarlett. "Don't you see the clothes she wears almost everyday are now ragged and the bruises upon her face everyday."

   "Sara, back off." Scarlett snarls.

   "Excuse me, watch your attitude, that's not following the school standards." The lunch monitor scolded.

   "Then tell her to stop snitching on my God damn parents and me!"

   "Language!"

   "Scarlett, what the hell is the matter with you?" Sara turns beat red like she was upset.

   "I told you not to tell anyone about this." 

   "Scarlett, you want to die or be helped? You are digging in a grave hole and your parents are helping you with that."

   "Okay, you two, in the main office now!" The lunch monitor gave them a pass and called the main office.

     Scarlett sat alone in a brick room with the lights shut off. She can only hear the clocks ticking. Sara was on the other side talking to the counselor.

   I should've just beatened the crap out of her and she wouldn't say anything. I would've get into trouble not her. I wish I didn't have any friends. They are now my enemies, so screw them. Scarlett thought.

   The door opened with both the principal and the nurse. Oh shit! Scarlett started to flip inside of her head.

    "Hello, Miss Dunaburgh." The nurse sat in the chair within the opposite of Scarlett.

   "Sara turned me in, didn't she?" Scarlett grumbled.

   "No, she turned your parents in." Principal sat next to Scarlett making her feel more uncomfortable in the situation.

   "I've heard that you're getting abused." He said. "Is that true?"

   "Yes." Scarlett said worried.

   "What was your last argument within any of your parents?"

   "My mom, she was drunk. She flipped over about my high honor grades."

   "Scarlett, do you think it's safe in this environment?"

   "Y..yes." Scarlett lied again.

   "Yes?" Principal raises his brow.

   "I don't felt any harm at all, Master Livski."

    The principal just nodded. "I let your nurse evaluate you until we concluded our decision." The principal walked out the door.

   "Take your shirt and pants off, just leave your underwear and bra on. I am just going evaluate how many bruises you got." Nurse commanded. Scarlett immediately obey.

   It has been since Scarlett was inside the main office. She just finished her examination. The nurse is outside talking to the staff. Scarlett was now fully clothed.

   The principal came back in. Can I go home now or go back to class?" Scarlett asked herself in her mind.

   "Okay, Miss Dunaburgh, you'll be under watch of the nurse. She's going to do evaluations with you everyday for the couple of days." He said. "If the beatings increased, we will put you into a foster home."

   "Alright, sir."

   The last bell has rung. Scarlett ride the school bus home alone with her homework incomplete. Scarlett immediately burst into the door. Running into her bedroom and locking it. She took her pencil out rushes to do her homework.

   Her bedroom calmly opened revealing a Russian looking girl who appeared to be around eight years old. She smiled once more.

    "Hello, who are you?" She asks.

   "Scarlett, I'm not allowed to talk to you." Scarlett replies.

   "Why?" She asks. "Do you hate me?"

   "Because the ones who adopt you filled out a restraining order, so if I get caught talking to you, I will be dead meat."

      "What's with the bruises and scars upon your face?"

   "Your mother and father are abusing me. What's you name?"

   "Rachel Dunaburgh." 

    "Listen Rachel, if you bothered them during their booze party, you will end up like me." Scarlett warns.

   That's when her father appeared behind Rachel in the doorway.

    "I knew you are going to disobey your restraining order." He said. "Glad, I bought one of these." He lifted up a sewing kit and a doctor's mask. "Rachel, go into your room."

   Rachel immediately ran out of the room. Her dad dragged Scarlett up by her hair the dragged her down to the living room. He punched her down onto the coffee table. He then used his body weight to restrain Scarlett. Scarlett was screaming very loud hoping that help would come, but it didn't.

   Her father took out the sewing needle even the dark strings that looked soft as carpet. He pinched Scarlett's mouth shut. Scarlett began to cry in tears as her father stitches her mouth slowly. The blood from Scarlett's mouth slowly oozes down her cheek and drip down to the floor.

   Scarlett used her nails that hadn't been cut in nails. They were now almost an inch long. She freaking smacked her father with the claws. He grunted in pain as the blood from the scratches ooze down his face.

   "You little son of a bitch." He growled. He then dragged Scarlett back into her room then locked the door. Scarlett was filled with hate, fear, and pity. All she can do is just tear up.

    Monday morning has finally arrived. Scarlett's homework was finsihed since she was locked into her room for three days straight. She went to the bathroom to clean the dry blood off her face. Scarlett left the bathroom then ripped the doctor's mask off the counter and put it on.

   She waited for the bus. Scarlett only can do is sat quiet while the teachers demand Scarlett to speak. The fabric from the stitches are slowly irritating Scarlett. She put her sharp nails under her mask began to pull the stitches hoping to find some relief. It didn't, it was causing her extreme pain.

   "Attention students, going outside is prohibited while a girl from mental asylum had escaped. She said to be very dangerous and can be wondering around this area. Please report that staff immediately if you found a girl with blue eyes and brown wavy hair, please report to authorities immediately." The announcements came on. Scarlett didn't give a crap about what's going on within reality. By this time, she was in her own little world. The only escape from her bented life.

   "Miss Dunaburgh, why are you wearing a doctor's mask?" The home and career teacher, Miss Gavin, asks.

   Scarlett's only response was taking put out a piece of paper and writes: "I have a cold and sore throat. The Japanese with masks for the common cold sounds alot helpful."

   Miss Gavin just nodded and walked away from her. Scarlett walked around in the kitchen. She pulled one of the drawers which revealed a kitchen knife. She looked at it even her reflection upon the clear metal of the knife.

   Perhaps I can make this a quick tool to escape this horrible ending. Scarlett planned and looked around. Not a single nor Miss Gavin was looking towards Scarlett's direction. Scarlett put the knife into her sweatpants. She then buried it beneath her sweater.

   Scarlett grabbed her binders as the final school bell rang. She was off to her home. Scarlett sat in the back of the bus as usual. She began to pick at the stitches once more making it bleed. Then Sara Finacae, her best friend sat next to her on the bus.

"I transferred buses." She informed. Scarlett nodded.

   "Why is a mask covering her lips?" Sara asks.

   Scarlett showed the note which she gave to Miss Gavin to lying about having a cold and excused why she isn't talking too much.

   "I doubt that." Sara says skeptic.

   Scarlett immediately ripped the mask off then pointed at her stitched mouth which was bleeding. Sara jumped back and gasped.

   "What the hell, Scarlett?" Sara screams. "Who the fuck did this to you?"

   "My dad." Scarlett replied with her mouth shut. Loud enough to Sara can hear what she is saying.

   Scarlett grabbed some parts of her stitches and pulled them quickly causing the blood to ooze down her chin and neck. She then put the mask back on.

   "Scarlett, I think it's time to turn in your parents in once and for all." Sara said.

   "They will be soon." Scarlett smirked underneath the mask. Not in a confined way, but more of a bloody way and you're not going to see how I am going to slit their necks. Scarlett chuckled.

   Scarlett got off the bus and quickly ran back inside. Her father slammed against the wall.
 
   Scarlett ignored his screaming in anger and hate. She quickly withdrawal a knife with his pockets.
  
   "Revenge is my favorite part!" Scarlett said in her mouth. She began to stab him multiple times before he coughed up blood on Scarlett before collapsing to the floor. Dead.

   "Scarlett, what the hell did you just do?!" Her mother shrieked. Before mother can grab Scarlett, Scarlett used her nails to claw at her mother's throat. Her mother choked and she was stabbed into her spinal cord. Scarlett heard a loud crack before her mother fell backwards.

    Scarlett plucks the knife into her mother's throat repeatedly until her last breath. Her hands were soak with blood. She wrote upon the wall: "Three all are dead and I am still lurking. Their line has been cut." She ran out of the door into the woods within the town of Illinois. She heard so many legends of a killer and a forest where you can't escape called the Kuncrapten Woods.

    -15h00-

    Sara and her family were sitting on the couch eating popcorn as they watch the news.

   "Just when things had gotten worst, three family members were killed. The only survivor was an eight year old which neighbors heard her terrifying scream." The news reported said.

   The show changes its view towards the police at a house investigating where the homicide has taken place.

   "The homicide happened two hours ago where the killer had disemboweled three family members and had escaped. The three that are confirmed dead are Ricky, Lois, and Scarlett Dunaburgh." The newsreporter said.

   A cop comes by and whispers into his ear. "Alright then." He then turned his face towards the camera. "An update came in saying only two bodies were found and one reported missing. Scarlett Dunaburgh at the age of 15 is reported missing. She might confined suspect, but some say that the recent mental escaped patient, Laila Lonha, might of killed the parents and kidnapped Scarlett. 

   "Nooooooooooo!" Sara screams. "Son of a bitch!" Sara blast off the couch and ran outside of the backdoor.

   "Sara!" Her parents yelled at her. "Sara!"

   Sara didn't listen and headed straight into the Kuncrapten Woods which was behind her house. She ran deeper and deeper until she finally stopped.

   "Scarlett?!" Sara screamed out the top of the lungs. "Scarlett?!"

    Sara kept on running until she halted and looked around. Sara forgotten where she came in or where she was. Sara is now doomed to find herself lost in the dangerous Kuncrapten Woods with her best friend, Scarlett, missing.

Fun Fact: Laila Lonha (Killer Banshee) and Bloody Ghost (Kaitlyn Lonha) Creepypastas had both taken place in Bolingbrook, Illinois. The Kuncrapten Woods.  Now, Scarie (Scarlett Dunaburgh) has taken place here.