Hello. My name is Charlotte, and this is the story of how I became known as The Scarlet Demon. I update on weekends (one chapter per week). There might be murder and gore, so don't read if you don't want to read that. I am not good at writing novels, so it may be a bit to fast paced or slow paced, and there may be much needed improvements, but stick with me and this might get better!
You know, sometimes death is more welcome than life. Though that's not to say life isn't welcome, its just not wanted.
I grew up as the forgotten child. Now, that doesn't mean that everybody pretended to forget me, it means that my life was literally non-existent to them. I was invisible. As I grew up, I stopped trying to get my family to look at me or even acknowledge my existence. I had to steal food if I wanted to live. I was essentially a ghost. Invisible, non-existent, ignored, and unwelcome. That was, until I turned ten.
Some people get cake, presents and love for their birthday. Guess what I got. No, wait, I'll tell you. I got sold to the black market. Amazing really, that they actually managed to sell me, what with me being an invisible entity to my family and all, but it happened. And there is no going back.