Sunflower

Free as a bird

Sage's POV

Today, the day I'm able to feel free. Weekend is here, finally. I usually feel like I need to do something at weekends but today is not that day, I'm not going to do anything at all. I'll probably just hang around in the forest, maybe I'll go on a run today.

That day passed and my period started again oh yeah, hell started. Once again.

The next day, while I watched the last few episodes of Teen Wolf season five I experienced too much heartbreak and things didn't end the way I wanted to so that was actually the only thing that bothered me until someone knocked on my bedroom door

In surprise of what I saw, I slammed the door in it's lock. Realizing what I had done, I opened the door again. I stared at the man with a blank expression. The only things I felt were different kinds of confusion. Like a confusion of not knowing the answer to a normally logic question, or the confusion you feel when you can't seem to understand another's person intentions. But my confusion turned into some kind of rage.

"Calm down, babydoll." he said in a what intended to be soothing voice. "What are you doing here, father?" I spurted out. "I came here to apologize for what I did." he tried "I never should've left you and your mother like that. I know..." "Get away from me!" I said angrily.

"Just hear me out." he said looking desperate. "I do not want to hear any more of your lame excuses about what you did, mom may forgive you but I will never. Because what you did, running away from us because you couldn't handle the death of Valerie, is something you should burn for. You think you couldn't bare it? She was my little sister for god's sake, it was not only you that suffered, and you just left us. I can't forgive you for that, so stop trying!" I yelled at the grayish man in front of me.

Lightly shaking and scratching his head the green-eyed man stood still, not knowing how to react to what seemed to be the first full sentenced thing his daughter said in months. He looked bad, his posture was like he was 76 and the wrinkles in his forehead seemed worried, it looked like he hadn't taken care of himself in days. His eyes were without hope, he just stared with a vague expression before I slammed the door in his face.