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did expect that the family of her victim would be after her life. All the court had given her for
the murder was a few years of medical treatment. It was obvious that they wouldn’t be
satisfied. As she stood staring at the wall, she heard footsteps. She quickly turned towards the
sound, but it was too late. A blunt object hit her on the head.

She couldn’t help her movements. She saw the man, the man who should be dead as per the
news article, holding a baseball bat as her consciousness slowly faded. She woke up tied to a
chair. It took her a moment to realise what had happened. She couldn’t figure what was real
and what wasn’t. It seemed like the delusions had come back but this time stronger than ever.
She looked around. She was still in the basement. She could see the man standing in the
shadows at a distance. The man came at her with pace, it was like a scene right out of her
nightmares, “Scarlett White, I’ll never forgive you”. Only this time he didn’t grab her collar.
He forced a cold blade through her abdomen. Scarlett closed her eyes. This was it. She had
reached the end. She was going to die never knowing what was real. She slowly opened her
eyes to get one last look. The basement had changed.

The wall was empty, and the man was nowhere to be seen. Her hands weren’t bound
anymore. A ray of light, through the cracks on the wooden floor above her, shined on the
silver knife. Blood trickled onto the blade and the sunlight coloured it a bright shade of red.
Blood dripped through the handle highlighting the carvings that read “C.W.”. It was her
father’s knife, the one that she always kept with her. Her eyes followed the ray of light that
left the blade onto the clock that hung right above the wooden stairs. She closed her eyes to
never open them again just as the clock struck 1:18.

“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the LORD.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.

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