The Crimson Seal

My Life...

..........I feel......nothing......

Hello, dear reader.......My name is Sage Wielstein...

I.....don't remember.....the last time I saw the sunlight.....

My past life......is nothing.....but a blur now......

I.....remember.....I used to be so happy....and energetic.....why?

I've stopped......feeling.....now.....

I.......just feel empty now.....

So, Dear reader, do you want to know how I got here?

Well here it is......Picture this....

A young baby girl....so young and innocent.

Her mother, Aria Wielstein, died in a car crash

So she gave the young baby to her sister.

And that's how it happened, Ms Nora Wielstein took care of the young child and loved her as if she was her own.

This little girl....was me....

At ten years old I was fascinated with video games and often played them, soon it became my hobby.

At twelve years, I grew interested in engineering and inventing things. I would often steal some random parts from the neighbors house and create a small contraption.

And at seventeen years old my aunt noticed that I wasn't exactly the most social kid and had become very depressed...almost suicidal, so she decided to send me to a therapist.

The therapist ultimately helped with my depression and helped me become  a better person.

It also helped me find my new passion, which happened to be literature.

I would often slip out of the house unnoticeably and climb onto the roof where I would write stories in my notebook.

It was easy to carry on with my hobbies since my aunt was always busy with her job as a real estate agent.

I did well in school and got good grades so my aunt didn't grow suspicious about my constant sneaking out.

.....life was simple.....

And now.....I had made it to my second year of university when it happened. That one, fateful morning....

"Ooooh.....come oooooon!" I pouted as I stared at my phone screen.

The phone lay on the wooden kitchen counter as I paced the kitchen in a huff.

"You're....so...loud..." My gothic roommate, Lilian mumbled.

I gazed over at my dark friend and saw she was sitting on the couch in the living room, wearing a black hoodie with black hair and makeup along with her laptop and headphones. She hadn't moved from that spot for a few hours. (#relatble)

I pouted at the statement and checked my email once again. Nothing.

"Oh, when are they going to release the semester results?!" I questioned dramatically.

I was about to check my phone for the 60th time before the doorbell rang through the silence.

I stared at Lilian but she didn't even look up from her laptop as I stomped over to the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a cheerful smile decorated my face as my eyes met with all too familiar green orbs.

My aunt greeted me cheerfully and I invited her in.