There I was. In the kitchen. Nothing else to do. It was the middle of the night. I just wanted a glass of orange juice. I reached into the cupboard filled with glasses, but I knocked over one of the glasses with my elbow. The glass fell to the ground and shattered into millions of pieces.
"UGH!" I whisper-yelled. I heard footsteps on the stairs. I saw my mother groggily approach me, followed by my father. They both gasped when they saw what had happened.
"Sage! Darling! How did this happen? Are you all right? Why are you even here?" My mother exclaimed.
"I just wanted some OJ..." I said meekly.
"This is extremely irresponsible of you Sage. You're almost thirteen. You know better than to sneak about at night."
"I SAID I WAS SORRY, ok?" I felt so mad just then. I had no freedom. All of my friends had Instagram, Snapchat, Wattpad😜, and more. And I had NOTHING! Not even a phone!
I guess it was the heat of the moment, or the anger that had built up inside me, but I yanked the kitchen drawer open and revealed a huge knife.
"Sage Noelle Davidson...no." My father whispered. "No no NO."
"I love you," my mother said. " And whether or not I stay alive today, in heaven or hell, I will always love you".
And before I caught up to what my mother said, I closed my eyes, and threw the knife.
Somehow, one throw from the knife had killed both of them. I opened my eyes and realized what my mother had said. I love you, and whether or not I stay alive today, in heaven or hell, I will always love you.
Everything after that was a blur.
Police and ambulance sirens flooded my ears. I had been spotted.
(THANKS TO @rose_anselina FOR HELPING ME EDIT!! I LOVE YOU ALL <3)
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РазноеSage murdered her parents four years ago. She didn't mean to. She just found herself in the kitchen, holding a knife. The kitchen can be a dangerous place. But truly, all she wanted was freedom. And she got freedom. It just came with some consequenc...
