"Scarlet."

Huh?

"Scarlet, wake up. You're going to be late for school if you don't hurry and wake up."

My name. Who was calling my name?

I slowly opened my eyes, only to see a woman standing over me, as she continuously shook my body.

My eyes flew open, a loud gasp escaped my mouth as I shot up in bed.

"Did I scare you?" The woman asked, looking concerned.

Everything was blurry around me, I hadn't let my eyes adjust before, and now I was paying for that.

I brought my hands up to my face, rubbing my eyes before turning back to the woman.

The woman had long golden hair, honey-colored eyes, and curves that anyone would kill for.

My eyes widened as I realized who was standing in front of me

"Mom?"

She let out a laugh before shaking her head at me.

"Of course it's me. Who else would it be?"

"Yeah," I said, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Well now that you're awake, hurry and get dressed so you can eat breakfast, your dad is going to drive you to school today on his way to work," she said before leaving my room.

I just sat there, staring at the door before releasing a breath I hadn't known I was holding.

Had I dreamt all of that?

I brought my hand up to the side of my neck, rubbing the spot where the purple-haired lady had given me the shot.

Nothing was there.

Looking down, I examined my wrist. No marks from the straps that had been holding me down.

I pulled the heavy comforter from me, missing it's warmth as my bare feet touched the cool wooden floor.

Standing from the bed, I made my way over to my closet. Opening the door, I pulled out my school uniform.

I placed my uniform on my bed, as I made my way into the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I looked into the mirror, staring at my reflection.

I looked awful, my hair was all tangled up, I had dried up drool on the corners of my mouth.

Dark circles pooled under my eyes, I looked like I hadn't slept in a week.

Sighing, I reached for my hairbrush. First thing first, to tame this mess.

After a few minutes of cussing, and threatening to just chop all of my hair off, I finally had it a neat ponytail.

Next, I brushed my teeth, which was followed by cleaning off the drool.

Now what to do with these bags under my eyes?

I searched until I finally found some concealer, I kept lightly dabbing it on until you couldn't see any of the circles anymore.

I walked back into my room, quickly changing into my uniform before heading downstairs.

"You're gonna have to eat your breakfast on the way to school," my dad said, handing me one of my mom's breakfast burritos.

I just stood there staring down at the food that was wrapped in a paper towel.

It's the weirdest thing, ever since I woke up, all I have been able to smell is roses.

The food my dad handed to me looked amazing, mouth-watering even. But it smelt like roses, everything did, from the perfume I chose to wear this morning, even my toothpaste.

"Earth to Scarlet. Come on, quit standing there spaced out like that, we're both going to be late if we don't hurry up."

I followed my dad to his car, getting in he started the car, pulling out of the driveway, as we made our way to my school.

"How's school been lately?"

I swallowed the last bite of my breakfast, which luckily didn't taste like roses, but still weirdly smelt like them.

"It's ok I guess."

Honestly, school was hell for me. It had somehow gotten around to the whole school that I was transgender.

Looking at me now, you would never guess that I had been born a boy, but it still had gotten out.

Even before I had fully transitioned, I was a pretty feminine looking boy. Which I guess you could say went in my favor.

I had left school for a little while because the bullying had gotten so bad. When I felt ready to go back, I had begged my parents to put me in a different school.

At first, they said no, but then my dad had gotten a job offer in another state. So they had no choice but to pick a new school for me.

When I first got here things were going well for me. I made really good friends, even had a boyfriend.

That all changed when I came to school one day, and someone had plastered an old photo of me all over the school.

My boyfriend dumped me, all of my friends left me, well all except two of them.

Emily and Elijah, who were twins, same age, and grade as me. They were the first ones to befriend me when I arrived here, and now they're the only ones left after everything.

"You guess? Nothing's happening, right? I mean no one is messing with you, are they?" My dad asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Everything's fine."

Lies.

"If something was going on you know I'd tell you and Mom."

More lies.

He sighed, before glancing at me.

"What happened to your boyfriend, haven't heard you talk about him in a while."

I tensed up at the mention of him.

Travis Dawson, one of the most popular guys in school.

You know the type, captain of the football team. Had beautiful eyes, a perfect body, everything about him just yelled out perfection.

So naturally, when he took interest in me I was shocked. I kept thinking about why someone as perfect as him, would even like someone like me.

But I eventually gave in to him, I'm not gonna lie, he was very adorable. There was a side to him a lot of people probably don't even know to exist.

He was just so gentle with me, he treated me like a queen when I was with him. When we first got together I had been scared he was going to find out about my secret.

I've had a full sex change, I even got breast implants so I'd look more like a woman. So on that part, I wasn't too worried, it was more if someone who knew me before my change had said something.

I looked over at my dad, he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I quickly turned my attention back towards the passenger window.

I couldn't tell him, at least not all of what happened between us.

"Are you two on the outs or something?"

"He broke up with me," I quietly said.

I wasn't completely lying, he did break up with me, but I couldn't tell my parents that he smacked me around a little bit.

I was covered in bruises for weeks after what he did to me, I was lucky that most of the bruises were easy to hide.

"Well you're better off without that douchebag, I didn't like him anyway."

He reached over, placing his hand on top of my head before ruffling my hair.

"Dad," I whined, he laughed as he removed his hand from my head, placing it back on the steering wheel.

I pretended to pout as I pulled down the mirror from the visor. A small smile pulled at my lips as I fixed my hair, my dad always did this when I was feeling down.

It's something he's done since I was little. I was very grateful for my dad, he's always been supportive of my decisions.

"You'll find someone better," he assured me.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

The car came to a stop, I looked up to see my school in front of me.

"Jay is going to pick you up after school today."

"He is?"

"Yeah, said something about wanting to spend some time with you. I think he's been missing you since he's been off at college."

Mom and Dad had four boys all together, well three boys and a girl now. Jay was the third born out of us, he and I were the closest out of us all, it probably had to do with us being so close in age.

It was kinda hard on me when Jay left, I was the last kid in the house, and it got kinda lonely at times.

"But don't tell Jay I said that, he'll get all macho on us," Dad said laughing.

He wasn't wrong, Jay didn't like expressing his feelings, he has been like that since we were little.

"I'll try not to mention it," I said smiling.

"You better get going, you don't want to be late."

"Bye Dad," I said, hopping out of the car.

"Bye Scarlet," he yelled from the open passenger window, before driving off.

I walked up the steps of the high school, grabbing the handle that opened the doors to hell.

'Please give me the strength not to murder anyone in here today', I thought before opening the door and entering hell itself.