Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

fifty four ; porcelain creations

Since there was a positive reaction to adding this in the last chapter, I'm just going to give you guys a short list of songs that I was either listening to while writing, or think go well with the mood of the story. I highly, highly recommend playing them if you read this because there some of the songs that are most related to Sage's personality and character development. Songs to listen to while reading this chapter: Search and Destroy by Sanders Bohlke, There's a Ghost by Fleurie, Someone Told Me by Jake Bugg, Work Song by Hozier, Finding North by The Civil Wars, BTSK by MS MR, and The Woods by Daughter.

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FIFTY FOUR;

PORCELAIN CREATIONS

"Mallory, you have a visitor."

The woman's head immediately shot up at the sound of her name being called, arms wrapped tightly around each other with little chance of escape. It had been nearly a month since the last time she had anyone come to see her, and in that time, her mental state continued to dissolve rapidly. It was a rather uncommon sight to see someone voluntarily come to Eichen House to visit her of all people, especially considering everyone who ever knew who she was believed she was dead. Mallory's startled expression only further raised when she noticed a young, teenage girl standing in the door frame of the cracked foundation. Her hair and clothes were wet, a result of the pouring rain outside, but there wasn't a slight shiver in her posture to suggest she was cold. Instead, the teenager was standing stiff. Hard, even. There was unarguably no place that Sage Connelly wouldn't rather be.

Sage realized when she saw her mother for the second time in seven years that it didn't hurt as much. She wasn't sure if it was because she had lost most of her ability to care about the woman, or because the exhaustion was beginning to wear her thin the longer that she stood standing. It had been a consistent battle to keep her feet steady on the ground ever since she got out of the hospital earlier that day, having spent nearly a week trying to convince her doctor that spending her time stuck in a bed would drive her insane faster than her thoughts about the situation would. The moment that they discharged her, she went to the one place she knew would supply the answers that Deaton and the others were incapable of providing. She knew that her mother was the only person alive to tell her what happened. Schizophrenia or not, Mallory Connelly was the only other known altor druid in Beacon Hills. She was also the only one who could give Sage an explanation why her abilities as a druid had disappeared into thin air the moment she miraculously woke up from the dead.

The same orderly from last time had created a barrier between herself and her mother. Although, by the look on his face, she wasn't expecting for him to jump to her rescue if Mallory decided to lung for her neck again. It looked like they were already prepared for surprises, though, by the way her mother leaned to her right side more than staying balanced. They had to have drugged her with something, which had sent an uncomfortable chill down Sage's spine. She just hoped that the medication wouldn't effect the, already lacking, capability her mother had of sticking to the appropriate subject. The last thing she needed today was for this visit to be a waste, leaving her walking out with no answers and a heavy heart of disappointment.

"Who are you?" Mallory asked, her eyes narrowing in distrust as she stared at the teenage girl. It was almost gutwrenching to know that the woman had no idea that her daughter was alive and well, sitting directly in front of her, with her own world of aching issues. Sage had already promised herself the first time she saw her mother that she wouldn't expose her identity, knowing that she didn't need to have confirmation on whether or not the woman would even care in the slightest. The only thing that it would change is the way that her mother looked at her, and the blonde was perfectly fine with the expressions of distrust and oblivion.