"I just want to feel something" She muttered to her reflection again. She kept saying that like it was an excuse for all her reckless behaviour. Scarlet was eighteen years old, with raven coloured hair, she was a gothic lover, she loved her dark wacky clothes, much to her parents dislike.
Since becoming a Edward's girlfriend all she seemed to do was get in to trouble. Something she had become rather accustomed to. He was a year older than she was, he had short dark spikey hair and was a biker, with mesmerizing blue eyes. Whom trouble just seemed to follow.
"What is it you want to feel?" A voice said from behind her, she turned to see Edward sitting on her window sill, this had become his habit instead of using the front door, he liked to climb through her window.
"I dunno really, just something other than having this feeling...