Deviant Dynamite (ON HOLD)

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There was no hope left for her.  She lost everything she had when he walked away.  He was the only thing that brought her joy.  Without him, there was no her, 
An empty void of pitiful sadness filled the area where her sense of living used to be.  All she could feel was pain and anger.  Anger at herself, anger at her brother, anger at the world.  The most anger went towards herself, and she let the guilt pile up, and it consumed her to the point where it was getting difficult to live. 
I'll be fine, I promise.  If I don’t get back by dawn, head on to the next camp.  Don’t stay here.  If I don’t live, you need to.  Keep our story alive.  Let us keep living.  Keep the Jackson’s alive.  If that’s not enough, stay alive for little Lizzie.  She needs you; she’s so young and can’t make it on her own.  I love you.  You are strong Sage Jackson, I love you. 
His last words to her rang through her ear.  She thought of how much she has let him down.  Lizzie was technically alone; Sage only protected her from the creatures that overpowered the human race and took over the world. 
Please don’t leave.  I can’t lose you.  You are all I have.  You are my happiness.  Please, please, please.  Let me go with you.  Lizzie can hide up in a tree, or even come with us.  I’ll protect her.  I love you.  Please don’t leave. 
Their argument was the only thing that Sage could think of. 
I’ll be back.  I promise.  You need to stay here; you’re still weak.  If I don’t make it back, all I ask of you is to keep living and to watch Lizzie.  Don’t let either of you die.  I love you.
     I promise we’ll stay alive.  
And with that, he was off. 
Sage couldn’t take the pain of not knowing where he was.  He could be dead or alive, and she would never know until they found his corpse, living, dead, or the living dead. Sage was at her breaking point.  She laid down on the cold, hard ground.  The tent Lizzie and Sage were in served no use except to keep them from the monsters outside.  Sage felt the warm liquid escape from her eyes and trickle down her cheeks.  She was a victim of her own mind.  She needed an escape.  She needed to find a way to numb the pain, even if it was for only a little bit. 
Then it hit her.  Her brother’s razors.  She rummaged through a bag before she caught sight of the silver beast.  She held it to her arms and felt the pain and pleasure coarse through her.  This is what her pain desired.  She fed the pain, and gave into it.  She couldn’t stop herself until her already scarred arms were beaten even more.  Her thighs gnawed to get a piece of the mental pain reliever.  Her shorts served an easier way to get to them.  The blade kissed up and down her thighs, leaving marks and scars that would forever haunt her.  She had enough, for now.  She shoved the monster into the pocket of her shorts.  It was then that she realized how much blood she had lost.  She began panicking.  She had to keep the promise she made to her brother.  She wrapped a shirt around her thighs.  She let the jacket she was wearing soak up the blood on her arms.  She pressed down on her thighs, stopping the bleeding.
After all the blood was cleaned, she slipped on a pair of jeans over her mid-thigh shorts she was wearing.  As the denim hit the marks, she let out a wince, careful not to wake Lizzie.  After all, Lizzie was the last thing she cared for.  She couldn’t lose her brother and her newly found child.  Before the apocalypse, they didn’t know each other well.  Now, Sage is like the mom Lizzie always hoped for.  Lizzie grew up with a broken home.  Her father was a drinker, but not enough to have a major impact on their lives.  Her mother, on the other hand, was a hardcore drug addict.  Lizzie never went there.  She always relied on her father to take care of her, and he did.  They had a very close relationship, one that only a father and daughter who grew up alone together could have.  There was nothing inappropriate about their relationship, they just knew and understood each other on a very high level. 
Lizzie never stirred, and Sage was very thankful of that.  With that note, Sage laid her head down and closed her eyes, hoping to get at least an hour of sleep to give her a break in her three-day sleepless nights. 
“Sage, wake up, there’s a man outside, and I think he saw us, ” Lizzie shook the older female while whispering, terrified for their lives.  Sage shot up quickly, pain rushing to her and and through her body.  She pulled the younger one to her side and held her closely.  Sage pulled out a gun from the closest bag.  The two females had three guns and three knives.  Sage took care of the guns and two of the knives; she let Lizzie hold a knife in case Sage was not there for some reason. 
Through the tent covers, Sage could see that the man had aimed his gun towards them.
“Put your weapon down!” She yelled, hoping that he would listen. "I'm not afraid to shoot."
“Now tell me why I should listen to ya, and I'm not either sweetheart," the man hissed.  His fingers were close to pulling, and so were Sage’s.  She wasn’t afraid to kill.  She just needed to keep her and Lizzie alive for her brother.  Sage shot a fire in the distance, showing the man she wasn’t afraid, when in reality, she was petrified for their lives.  She had to stand up.  It’s either that or get killed, and she couldn’t have that happening.