Sage was staring in to space after she'd asked a simple question. However after a few seconds of not getting a reply, she whipped round, gasping when she laid her eyes on the tall male who was now on the floor. Sage immediately panicked and everything around her slowed down, almost coming to a halt completely. She kept her gaze on the male, her eyes wide with shock, she dropped to her knees, biting down on her lip hard. "wh-what did I say?" she whispered, looking around the room, as if to find an answer just lying around, "I take it back! Whatever I said, I didn't want to hurt you, do you want me to call some one? Are you going to die? Please don't die, I don't know CPR and it'd be my fault, I think you- No, I have no idea!" The worried girl rushed out, staring at his hand covering his eyes. Her chest felt tight, as if she was suffocating, her stomach clenching, squeezing itself, trying to be as small as possible. "I'm sorry I was a bit of a bitch, but it's me, it's how I go with things, I'm stupid, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry, don't make me call the staff, they'll blame it all on me, they never want to listen anyway, they'll just keep asking the same question until you give them the right answer," The girls innocent eyes, looked away from the male, closing slightly as she unplugged one of her most unwanted memories, yet it was her most well known one.
It was another simple day in the simple life of the little Sage of only 6 years old. She'd just finished the washing up and now she could do whatever she wanted for the rest of her long day; she could read, paint, play games with her siblings or just sit and stare. Having freedom was all that Sage longed for now, small Sage took herself in to her bedroom and flopped on to her bed. Her siblings would call for her soon, only giving Sage ten minuets or so.The small girl stood up on her bed, placing her finger on her bedroom wall, dragging it around, as if she were drawing a picture. She hummed along, giggling every now and then. She carried on 'drawing' like this for around twenty minuets and found it strange no one had come to get her. Sage tiptoed down the stairs, as delicately as a fairy "mum?" She questioned, seeing he mother sat there motionless, not blinking. The child was curious and ran over to her mother, leaping on to her. That was when her simple life stopped, as her mother had simply tipped to a side to reveal a huge gash, a stab wound. As her memory ended, Sage winced, as though she had been stabbed herself.
The girl slowly got up, the pain in her chest getting greater as the male was still on the floor "I'll be the one needing CPR next" Sage grumbled, She glanced around the room, keeping her eyes off the unnamed male. 'I'll wait five more minuets and if he still looks like he's dying I'll have to call for staff.' Sage reluctantly thought. She bit her lip, he might want to draw? The girl looked over at a stack of paper, biting her bottom lip harder, what was their to loose? She grabbed a few sheets of paper and then her hand hovered over a range if pencils. The girl just grabbed a few and set them out in front of the male "you can draw down there if you really want to, I prefer to draw on a desk though, it's up to you," Sage was trying to lighting it up a bit. She looked back and slowly stood up, picking the canvases she had recently knocked over up, setting them in their place.
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Tagged: Oliver
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