Sage Rose Parker, a seventeen almost eighteen year old girl getting ready for college with her two friends.
Having the world on her shoulders and her past in her mind she's down to break.
An alcoholic as a mother and an abusive father in jail didn'...
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Sliver ==================================== If I had to describe myself as a color, I'd be silver. Why? Well, because, It's so similar to gray. Grey is a shadow. Trailing behind, trying to keep up. Grey goes with everything, But is boring by itself. Grey is the calm before and after a storm. Grey compliments everything, But itself. But then I remembered, Why I hadn't chosen gray. Because there's always one person who sees gray as beautiful silver. ~~~~~~~
How was your first day? Was it fun?" This is the first thing I hear the moment I get into the car.
"It was shit," I grumble, pulling out my phone to do a quick email cleanout.
"Yeah, I bet. I wasn't there, so of course it would be shit." Elijah smiles as he starts the car.
"It would have been great if it weren't for the annoying ass people."
"It couldn't have been that bad." He glances my way before shifting his eyes back to the road. "What even happened?"
"I had this weird-looking guy bothering me about going to a party tonight. Nonstop." I groan, annoyance bubbling up at the thought of his face. "It was more irritating than you trying to prank me."
"What are you even talking about? I don't prank you," Elijah awkwardly laughs, making me look up from my phone to glare at him.
"Last year, you literally burned my whole apartment down trying to do a 'harmless' prank." I raise an eyebrow.
"What? I did no such thing! Anyway, you should go to that party." He says this as if changing the subject will work, and I let him.
"No, I don't want to," I say quickly, returning my attention to my phone.
"Come on, why not?" Elijah whines.
"You of all people should know I don't like parties, so why ask a dumb question when you know I'm not going to go?" I retort, responding to random mafia emails as I speak.
"Because I want to go, but why should I be a loner and walk in alone when I have an amazing best friend?" He smiles as he pulls up to the new apartment I just bought before coming back here.
I want to go home. But where is home? I don't know, but it's certainly not here—at least not anymore.
"I'm not going," I state firmly, getting out of the car the moment he parks.
"Don't make me force you, Ez," he groans, following behind me.
"No, and I told you to stop calling me that," I grumble, fumbling with my keys before opening the front door.
"You're going."
"No, I'm not. I'll slit your throat."
Time skip ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I want to kill myself.
Here I am in a white dress shirt and a random pair of black jeans. I don't want to be here, and I haven't even stepped foot inside the place. But you can't blame me; I want to stay in bed and read a book—or maybe just sleep. But no. I never get what I want in life, do I? And people wonder why I'm so irritated all the time. If I stay home and mind my own business, I won't have to run into annoying ass people.
"Come onnn, cheer up, buttercup! We're gonna have fun!" Elijah exclaims, bursting into the room.
Fixing my dress shirt in the mirror, I turn to him with a glare. "Shut up; you're annoying me."
"When am I never annoying you? You love me, though." He grins.
This fucking dumbass.
"Whatever. Are you ready?" I ask, grabbing my phone and the gun that happens to lie on the bed.
"Do you think you really need a gun for a high school party?" Elijah questions, scrunching his face in disbelief.
"Yes. Do you have yours? I won't be saving your ass if something goes wrong, so grab your fucking gun so we can go, yes?"
"You're so mean." He groans, grabbing one of my guns from the box I had kicked under the bed not long ago.
"What can I say? I'm my father's child." I grin sarcastically, watching as his smile turns into a small frown.
"You know that's not what I meant, Ezra." He says this softly, his frown deepening. Ew.
"It's whatever. Come on; I want to get this over with." I grumble, walking out of my room toward the front door.
"Where even is Aleksandr?" Elijah sighs, following beside me.
"Don't know, don't care. He left once he handed over the mafia," I reply with a sigh.
"Okay, okay. I know you don't want to talk about your dad anymore. Let's go."
Let's get this shit on the road, I guess. ======================================================================== END OF CHAPTER
Ezra is lowkey me fr (ik he seems a little mean rn but I promise he's bae <3)
I still haven't made Elijah's aesthetic or found his character yet...it's coming I just kinda forgot
Also sorry for the short chapter i lowkey didn't know what to do for this chapter I was kinda js skipping back into another Sage chapter but I'm kinda glad I didn't next chapter will be longer
Anywayssss I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you guys well in a second because of bc double update <333333 ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
