Many years ago, before any of us were even born, there had been a house in the outskirts of this city that lived a girl. This girl was said to be the devil itself, the angel ready to kill at a moments notice. There had been many stories of her existence, but I just think it’s a myth that she ever even walked this planet. She was just another tale that folks tell their children at night.

The self proclaimed angel’s name was Scarlett. She used to live in Roseateval, and according to history, she even studied in the exact Highschool i go to. Back than, Roseateval had been a big and bustling city. It was infamous for housing the worlds largest criminal population. Nowadays it’s just a rundown town. But my father told me that was because of Scarlett’s doing again.

Where life and death meet, Scarlett had been in the middle of it all. I remember my father telling me about a horrible day, a day where many people got hurt. People that Scarlett hurt. I heard that she had made a deal with the devil and became a god, that her plan was to destroy earth and everyone in it. A lot of people died that day. But my mom said their souls were in good hands because of our god, Cupid. She told me that Cupid had saved us all from Scarlett, and that’s why we worship her.

It was a cloudy day and I was a bit damp from the light rain that hit my body. The trees that ran far down the road in front of me was scary. I was afraid I might get lost down here, but I’m sure I’ll be fine if I stay near the street.

These were the trees that Scarlett would have walked past everyday, these were the trees that know of her evil. These were the trees that would have seen her exist. But I still don’t think she was a real girl.

It felt like that in between the shadows of the woods were voices calling out to me, eyes that had been watching my every move, pleading that I walked away. I don’t know why I didn’t. But how could I believe in Cupid if I don’t even believe in a girl that she saved us from? I wanted to see this house that she sheltered in.

I got to the point where Scarlett would have lived. There was a small path from the road that lead to her supposed house. As I walked down the dirt trail, my legs began to walk quicker than before. I could hear the stomps of many feet running around me. The wind was replaying sounds from the past for me. I could pick up the echo of children screaming and running around, brushing their legs against bushes and climbing up trees. There was subtle conversations but the whispers were too far away to hear.

_“Tag you’re out” _the breeze of a brittle boys voice whooshed past my ear. The trashing of running children had gotten louder and I could feel that I too was running with them. Why were they running, why was I running? I think I was loosing my mind.

The voices of screams and yelling had only gotten worse as I ran faster. My legs were sore and my heart felt like it was going to stop at any moment. I ran and ran and ran and ran to only find that I haven’t even gone that far, that in the midst of all the chaos that I could still hear the occasional cars that drove past the line of trees. I turned my head up from the dirt path and all of a sudden the screeching had gone quiet.

There infront of me was a house. A house where the devil lived and breathed. I was scared of something that didn’t exist. I think didn’t exist at least..

This house had lots of vandalism around it and looked to be torn and broken down. The windows were boarded up and the roof was a bit caved in. I walked closer, and than I walked up the stairs to the door. It was a regular looking house if you ignore the ruin to it. I pushed the door open and was surprised that it let me entre so easily.

It was really dusty and the inside was also vandalized and things were destroyed. There were tons of beer bottles and sketchy things left behind. Maybe some teenagers had snuck in here too like me.

I could tell that there had been pictures on the walls but it looks as if they had been removed. I knocked something with my boot and found that it was a broken picture frame that was left behind. I bent down and let my hands dust it off.

From what I had heard about her before, the girl in the picture looked like what they said Scarlett looked like. She had pink hair and yellow eyes. But other than that she didn’t look like any devil, she just looked like a girl. I wonder why no one had taken this photo with them.

I run my fingers more across the broken glass of the frame, careful not to cut myself. My eyes widen in surprise as I stare down at the old photo. With the devil was another two boys and a girl.

I recognized one of the boys. He was a tall and lanky person. He looked like a walking corpse, breathing only for Scarlett’s sake. He was pale and sickly. It was Zion, Scarlett’s dog they called him, even if he was a person.

I didn’t know who the other two were, but I felt to invasive to take the picture with me. Maybe that’s why the photo was left there to rot in this house. No one wants to take Scarlett’s friends away from her…

I guess Scarlett did exist. But did her so called evil exist? I’m not sure. I want to believe in my parents, to believe in Cupid, but how could such a smily-looking kid have done so much malice?

I looked down the hall. There were so many other rooms that I could search. I decided to just leave instead. I gotten what I wanted, to see if she was real. That’s all I needed to know. I didn’t want to intrude on Scarlett’s property anymore.

Scarlett, the angel which will come back to kill us all, I hope you might spare me. I’m sorry for inviting myself into your home. I’ll go back to my own now.