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Do you want to know what sucks?
Do you want to know what can emotionally stab a person's heart in a split-second?
No?
It was 3:50 am in Sage's modern neighborhood. The music coming from her backyard was apparently too deafening for the tired neighbors, so the cops had been called. They gave Sage a warning, but being the most exhausted one out of every person here she decided to ignore the warning, yet for some reason more cops had shown up to her home. She already received a warning, so why were there more of them?"What's this all about? I said we'd turn down the music." Sage exclaimed as she trudged closer to the cop.
Her eyes were now red from her long frustrated cry. Gisella hadn't come outside to see her again, but she wasn't complaining. Sage wasn't greedy. Why would she need to be comforted about something the other person would never understand?
It's like trying to seek sympathy from a mime.
The man scowled at her obviously annoyed,"Are you perhaps the daughter of Serenity Jones?" He questioned and Sage's eyes grew like saucers. Sage had so many questions flying through her mind, like race cars on a track. Did they know where her mother might be?"Yes I am, I'm her only daughter." She responded with hope in her eyes.
"At 11:35 pm we discovered Serenity Jones presumed dead in a forest a few miles ahead. It appears that someone had 'disposed' of her. We apologize, we could not save her in time."
Her hope had only lasted for a mili second.
The world seemed to pause, time seemed to stop. Ms. Jones was dead? Her mother was dead? Impossible, that's not true was it? The robust woman known as Sage's mother was not dead, if anything Sage would be in that forest dead. This was when she felt a new emotion, an emotion she rarely used. Tears began to flow rapidly out of her brown eyes. The cop patted her back twice than asked the unspeakable.
"We need you to come with us for some investigating." He groaned as he obviously neglected the fact that Sage was bawling her eyes out. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of this man's mouth, but being a teenager and still in need of parental supervision, she followed the man into the loud police car.
Leaving behind her sweet sixteenth birthday party.
At that moment Sage felt like the Gods have let her down. Although she had no idea what God she should be praying to for hope.
Police stations could never be more terrifying. She followed the man into various hallways and she had seen people with handcuffs, and bruises and it shook her more than seeing her mother coated in blood.
Why is that?
She doesn't know herself.
Sage was now in a room, a room she did not wish to be in. It was cold, small, and it had a camera in the top left corner."Now Sage, don't be nervous okay? We're here to help you." The man attended to to console as he leered at Sage. It was exactly 4:25 am, she still did not wish to be here.
He wanted to help her?
How could she not be nervous? If anything this man was making her situation worse.
Still in her very revealing party dress, she was glowering at the man with nothing but abhor in her eyes. She also did not like the fact that this complete stranger addressed her by her first name. They were not on a first name basis, she should be addressed as Ms. Jones, just like her mother.
"Where did you see your mom last?" He interrogated as a pen and paper abruptly appeared in front of him.
"Yesterday morning, just before I left for school." Sage answered, and it was true she saw her mother that morning of her birthday. They didn't spare any glances towards each other, but at least they recognized each other's presence. The man immediately ate up her words as he wrote them down on his one sheet of paper. Amazing, they'll believe everything she tells them, because she's her mother's only daughter.
People are astonishing creatures.
"Did you contact her at all during your time at school?" He interrogated her again, and Sage pulled her arms close together. She was so cold. Why was it so cold? She should've at least grabbed a jacket before leaving."No, I never called her, and I've never called her during school." The man peered his eyes a her.
Did he not believe her?
What was there to not believe?
Who talks to their parents during school anyway? Yet even though the man seemed to not believe her he ate up her words again and wrote hastily on the paper.
"And your dad? Where is he?" He asked that question a little too skeptical. Sage squinted her eyes at him. Sage doesn't have a dad, and she didn't worry about it either. She had a wonderful mother, a beautiful mother at that, so why did she need a father? What difference would it make if she did have one? It didn't matter that the kids at her elementary school teased her when she was young, because she already had an outstanding mother."I don't have one, and I don't need one."
Again, he gobbled up her words
"Any grandparents?"
"They died when I was 3, in a car crash." Or at least that's what her mother told her when she had asked about them.
"Cousins?"
"I haven't met them yet."
The man was growing irritated. He had hoped that Sage was hiding something, to which she clearly wasn't."Since your only guardian is your mom, we need to have you transfer to a foster home, you will live there with that family until you're a legal adult, that is of course if you don't cause any trouble." The man scribbled on his paper again, the clicking of his pen started to become aggravating."Are you alright with that?" He inquire boredly. Sage has never looked at someone with such disbelief.
Her mother just died, how could he already be okay with moving her on like this was a normal thing to happen?"No, I'm not okay with it, in fact I am very, extremely upset." The man raised his eyebrow at her response. He didn't know what to say, most kids in this situation would just nod even though they didn't want to, so why did she just refuse him so confidently?
"I'm sorry , but that isn't your choice, you don't have a guardian--"
"Do you not have a heart sir?" She queried sadly, and he was more taken aback than before. Did he not have a heart? Of course he did, he was human, he's just been working with cases like these for so long that he was somehow immune to them, that's all. "Shouldn't you at least ask if I'm okay? Or offer me a glass of water?" Sage had finally popped.
The small bubble she made for herself since entering this police station, had popped. The entire 30 minutes she had been there she'd been containing her emotions. So many of them were stuffed into her brain that it began to hurt and when that vexing man asked her to stay with a foster family, she had just heard enough.
"I'm sorry Sage, that was rude of me. Would you like a glass of water? Or maybe a hot chocolate?" He asked with a fake smile cemented on his bloated face. Were people always this dense?"No thank you." She answered with with obvious pettiness and the man's smile slowly faded.
He cleared his throat and glanced at his piece of paper again."Alright....well, since you don't need anything we'll have everything transferred to your new foster home, in the mean time you wait here okay?" Sage nodded her head unwillingly and watched the man leave the room.
She rather be dead in that forest than be here.
That forest sounded a lot better than this police station.
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End of Chapter
Next Chapter: The Purple Pancakes
~Krenzacole👽
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