KIERAN BLACKWOOD
I walk down the hallway of the house, my footsteps echoing in the empty walls.
The smell of dust and abandonment fills the air, but there's something deeper that I feel.
I know she’s been here, that Scarlett grew up between these walls, but not with my eyes, but with hers.
This house was the place where she was marked by memories that I can’t even imagine, but that I feel with an intensity that eats away at me from within.
Anger takes over me as I remember Joseph, the man who should have protected her but was responsible for destroying so much of her childhood.
I clench my fists, my fingers pressing into my palm, as I imagine her as a child, watching helplessly as Joseph hit her mother. The thought brings such pain that I can barely bear it.
It’s impossible not to f
