The Misplaced & Hidden

Chapter Three - Alexander Sage Martinez

“Esmeralda, can you get Charlotte some breakfast please?” I heard Sage talking. I was lying on my side when I looked up to see Sage’s face close to mine. “Whoa there guy! What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, sitting up immediately. “Hmmm,” Sage looked up at me with sincere eyes. “I’m trying to sleep. Why? What happened?”  He got up quickly then placed his hand on his forehead. “Ooh... Guess I got up too quick.” “I’ll go ask Esmeralda for some aspirin.” I began to get up until I felt a tug on my shirt. “No. It’s fine. The pain will go away soon.” Sage said. I stopped and looked at him thinking that he sounds like he speaks truth. I don’t why I thought that but I think it was because of his eyes. His eyes were the ones who spoke to me. Eyes that were light brown and looked truthful.

 So with that I sat back down and awkwardly sat there. For some reason it felt like he knew what I was thinking because he looked at me funny. “What?” I ask finally. “Ah. Oh, nothing. I’ll go see what’s up with Esmeralda.” Sage replied. He moves himself on the side of the bed. Then after what seemed likes minutes had passed he got up. “Sage, maybe it’d be better if I went,” I said to him, smiling. I move upward and got off the bed. I start towards the door and stop and twist my body to sage. “I’ll be right back.” I start down the shiny black stairs and notice that they are marble. ‘What a beautiful design.’ I thought to myself.

 While walking down the stairs I see Esmeralda walking with a tray. “Esmeralda?” I attempt at getting her attention. “Milady, Breakfast will be served soon. Please be patient with me.” Says Esmeralda; smiling. “Oh. Ok. Well then I’ll just explore while waiting.” I said and with that I walked away. “Milady, but you can’t!!” she yells to me. As I walked down the hall I saw a black shadow walk through a doorway. Huh? What’s that? As I walk closer to the shadow, I see that it isn’t just any kind of shadow...but a person. “Sage?” I ask. He looks at me and smiles. “Why, hello Charlotte. I’m sorry I left the bedroom. I went to find some.... let’s just say documents.” “Documents?” I ask. He looks at me with a blank stare and I look at the room. “Oh, it’s a study. What kind of stuff do you keep in here?” I question him. I begin to walk towards the bookshelves that are pushed against the walls (still waiting for his answer); when he says “Don’t touch those.” I turn to look at him and his eyes are cold and dark, but look worried. “I-I’m sorry.” I say suddenly scared. Why was I scared? There was something off about him... but what? “Hey let’s go to the dining room already.” Sage says with a sincere smile, his head cocked slightly. I smile, suddenly thinking he looked like a puppy begging for someone to hold him. “Okay.” I finally say.

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 “Sage, that was amazing!” I yell to him. “This is probably the best breakfast I’ve eaten since my dad...” I stopped, thinking... thinking about what had happened to my father 4 years ago. The tragic scene that no one seemed to forget about. Blood and tragedy are things we witnessed.

 “Daddy! Daddy! I want to go on the swing dad!” I yelled to my father still young as ever (actually only 15 but, eh.). This day the grass was green and healthy, while the wind blows it side to side. “Yes my sweet bee. Let’s push you.” My father replied tired and weak...  but how was I to know then? “I want that swing daddy.”I yelled happily, pointing at the third swing from the right. My father looked at the swing then at me and held out his hand, so that I may hold it. My father looked so gentle and polite. His dark brown hair (that I also have) blowing in the wind and he looking so strong like a knight. “Let’s go daddy, let’s go! Before someone else gets it!” I exclaimed. I then began pulling my father to the swing, until I heard a bang that sounded too much like thunder. “Daddy?” I turned slowly scared of what I may see. Spurt! Blood began to trickle out of my father’s mouth. “Gah-!” he hid away his mouth, letting go of my hand to do so. I began to feel warm liquid on my face. Touching my face and I look at my hand seeing that there is blood smeared on it.  I look at my father, bewildered at how much blood was coming out. “Da... daddy?!” I screamed. My father then fell on his knees, obviously feeling weak from losing so much blood. I began to move towards my father until I saw a man looking at me; smiling. “Who are you?” I asked him. “Someone you’ll have to depend on in the future, my beloved,” He replied, in a hoarse voice. “When you know when that time is, call to me. My name is Abraham White. I must go, but I’ve enjoyed talking to you my dear. Good day.”And with that he flickered away just like a bullet.