Scarlet
"Scarlet, where are you going?" Jenna's voice broke through my haze as I stuffed another shirt into my bag.
"Home," I replied tersely, my back to her. I didn't want her to see my red, swollen eyes or the fresh tears streaming down my cheeks.
Jenna stepped closer, her footsteps hesitant. "Home? Why? Did something happen?"
I shook my head, zipping up my bag with trembling hands. "I just need to go, Jenna. Please don't ask questions."
She wasn't having it. Jenna grabbed my arm, gently but firmly, forcing me to face her. Her eyes widened when she saw my tear-streaked face. "Scarlet, what's wrong? You're crying. Talk to me."
"It's nothing, I'm going home"
Jenna didn't let go, her grip on my arm tightening slightly. "Scarlet, don't give me that. I know you, and I know when something's wrong. What happened?"
I pulled my arm away and looked at Jenna for a moment. I didn't say anything. I couldn't.