Chapter 1- INTO THE NIGHT
“Do you want extra toppings on that sir” I asked the suited man too busy texting what I presume to be his assistant. He didn’t look up to meet my glaze but simply gave a nod never skipping a beat as he texted. I repeated back his order, took his menu and walked away. Every day it was the same old routine, I wake up at 6am to arrive to work; a little café in downtown Seattle called Pete’s Café. I dealt with the same successful business-like people, only to be reminded of all my failures. Sometimes I would just stare at them wondering what it would be liked to be successful, wanted but most of what it would be like to feel important. I envied everyone that stepped in through those little chic green café doors, knowing I would never amount to nothing, I was nothing. I was nobody, I had nobody. Yes I know it’s quite sad actually, but I try not to dwell on those thoughts too much I try to be as normal as I could be. But if I could be quite honest I wish I was dead, I knew I would never amount to anything I wasn’t special enough. I’ve heard it all my life from my dead beat father to my evil foster mother, hell even my school teachers said I would never amount to anything.
My name is Sage Wickson and all my life has been one big failure after another, my mother died giving birth to me so for 5 horrible years of my life I lived with my alcoholic father. Though that soon ended when he died of alcohol poisoning, I was then put into a foster home with 20 other children under the control of the most evil lady I had ever come to know, Ms. Robinson. She made it her life duty to make my life a living hell, I don’t know why she chose me to bully but too this day the things she did to me still haunt me. I ran away at the age of 16, I waited until everyone was asleep and slipped out the window and ran into the night never looking back. It was a miracle I had made it to Seattle; it took two busses and 10 hours to get here. I had used up all the money I saved up for almost ten years but it was worth it when I finally arrived. For 2 months I was homeless living from shelter to shelter, that was until Pete found me, he’s probably the nicest person I have come to know, he’s the reason I have a job and my own apartment now. He’s this little Old Italian man who took mercy upon me a debt I would never be able to repay. Which brings me to the present, I just turned 18 years old I work two jobs one right here in Pete’s café and I work a night shift at the local 7-11. Nothing special all I do is work and stay home, I really don’t have friends, but that’s my fault you kind of have to talk to people to make friends and that’s something I just don’t do.
“Earth to sage are you there” a familiar husky voice said as he waved his hand over my face trying to snap me out of whatever trance-like state I was in. I blinked a few times feeling quite embarrassed, this wasn’t the first time Pete as caught me day dreaming.
“Oh, sorry Pete I was just, uh, thinking I guess”
“Oh sage your always “thinking” I’ve always wondered what goes on in tua testolina, you always look so glum “he said in his thick Italian accent,” you should smile more it’s good for the soul.” With that he walked away with his little cane helping him.
“If only it were that easy “I muttered under my breath but he couldn’t hear me.
Five hours later I was off of work with only 3 hours till my night shift began that gave me time to go home eat and freshen up . It was a rainy day today in Seattle, I loved it. I hated when it was sunny, everyone always looked so happy, and I always stood out with my black hoodie covering my face and scars. Unlike today where I blended in seamlessly, I took out my black umbrella and began my walk home. It wasn’t very far from the café, thanks to Pete he was able to help me get an apartment owned by one of his long time friends George. Walking up the aged wooden stairs I could hear the couple in apt.3 getting into another one of their arguments, at first it was quite entertaining to hear it all go down but after 2 years of hearing this it has gotten to be annoying. I’ve always hated walking up these old oak stairs, unfortunately I lived on the top floor in fact I was the only one that live on the third floor. Once inside I dropped all my stuff into the entry way and made my way to kitchen to get myself a nice snack. I’d be the first to admit it does get quite lonely living all by myself, I sometimes yearn for a companion but then a scary thought creeps into my mind what if they would be just as abusive as my father. I didn’t trust anyone especially men. Just as I was heading for my bedroom to take a well deserved nap I heard a loud knock on my door. I stood frozen for a good minute to petrified to move, no one ever knocked on my door, aside from Pete but I knew it wasn’t him since he didn’t do our secret knock. Finally gathering up enough courage I went to the door.
“Oh thank god you answered, there’s been an accident involving Pete.” Said George
“What happen is he ok” I said fear dripping through my voice. If anything had happened to Pete I don’t know what I would do.
“I don’t know all I know is he’s in intensive care, the police said he was stabbed and they don’t know if he’s going to make it.”
“Which hospital is he in” I said already going out the door
“I’ll take you, c’mon lets go.”
Honestly I didn’t know what to think all I wanted to do was see Pete to make sure he was alright, I can’t loose him. I could feel the urge to cut overwhelm me, but I had to stay strong, for Pete and myself.
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