How He Broke

During The Storm (Sage's POV)

(WARNING: POSSIBLY TRIGGERING SCENE)

I was alone in my room, laying on my bed.

There was a storm happening outside, thunder that shook the house and lightning that lit up my dark room.

When a loud boom of thunder sounded, shaking my room I jumped nearly off my bed.

I hated storms, I always had.

I hid under my blanket like a child, somehow believing that would protect me.

My body was shaking, trembling as the storm outside roared on.

"Please stop." I whispered. "Please please stop."

I kept hiding until the storm finally passed.

I crawled out from beneath my blankets, screaming when I saw Tate sitting at the end of my bed.

"Jesus Christ, Tate." I said, trying to catch my breath, my heartrate through the roof.

"I thought you'd need some protecting from the storm." He smiled, "Sorry I scared you." He laughed softly.

"Don't be." I said, struggling to slow my rapidly beating heart. "Come lay with me."

Tate smiled, crawling up and under the blankets with me.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his body.

"I love you so much, Sage." Tate whispered in my ear as he rubbed his thumb against my forearm.

"I love you too, Tate."

"I wish I could protect you all the time." He said softly, "I wish I could just keep you here. Keep you locked away so no one could ever, ever hurt you again."

I turned over to face him. His eyes were darker than normal, hazy and cold, nearly empty.

"Tate... are you alright?" I asked. "Is he back?"

Tate chuckled, "Sage he never left."

"What do you mean?"

"Sage, I love you." Tate reinforced, "That's why it makes what I'm about to do so hard, but trust me. I'm going to keep you safe."

"Tate what are you talking about?" I asked, slowly backing away from him.

"I need to do this, Sage. I love you too much. But it's going to be alright, okay? Just trust me." He smiled, tears forming in his eyes.

"Tate, stop." I said. "You're scaring me."

"He's going to protect you." Tate said more so to himself. "He's not going to hurt you... he's saving you from this world."

I stumbled back out and off of the bed, backing up towards the door.

"He's not going to hurt you, Sage." Tate said, moving to get up and out of the bed.

I didn't question him. Something told me not to and instead to just run, so I did.

I threw my door open, running down the stairs.

I ran to the front door, trying to get it open.

Something from the otherside was holding it shut so it wouldn't budge.

Panic began to set in as I heard Tate's footsteps upstairs. "Sage, where are you?" Tate called for me.

I ran to the kitchen, searching the drawers for something to defend myself with.

I threw every cabinet, every drawer open, rummaging through them for something, anything that would help.

"Sageeeee." He taunted me, his footsteps growing nearer.

I turned, seeing knives in the butcher block beside the stove. I rushed over to grab one, my hands and arms trembling as I held it tight.

My heart was racing, skipping beats as I prepared for him to enter.

It didn't make sense. Nothing of what I was doing, including the situation made sense to me but something kept telling me to do it.

Tate crept into the kitchen while my back was turned, catching me off guard.

I screamed as a knife was held to my neck, the cool blade sending chills down my spine.

"I love you too much to watch you suffer." Tate whispered in my ear.

Instinctively I used the knife in my hand, stabbing Tate deep within his thigh, causing him to yell in pain and release me.

I used the opportunity to run towards the back door, trying to get out that way; it was also locked somehow from the outside.

"Y'know all I want is to save you, Sage!" Tate screamed, my heart stopping.

"Leave me alone, Tate!" I begged, running towards the living room.

Tate blocked my path due to my lack of a plan.

I was trapped as he backed me into a wall.

"Tate, please." I pleaded, "Please I know you're in there don't let him do this to me." I cried as my back hit the wall.

"Sage..?" Tate's eyes softened.

"Tate!" I smiled, tears streaming down my face. "Tate oh my god..."

His eyes searched my face, regret and sorrow in them, "Oh god... no I'm so sorry." He apologized.

I brushed it off, throwing my arms around his neck. "Don't ever let him win." I said before pressing my lips to his.

"Too late." He chuckled darkly as our lips separated.

Suddenly I felt my arms become limp. I backed away from him, seeing his dark eyes and glazed over expression.

"I love you, Sage." Tate said, his voice monotone. "I love you so much, but that boy could never have saved you from this pathetic world, but I did."

I looked down, seeing the handle of a knife sticking out from my stomach, blood seeping from the wound; my shirt absorbing it.

I felt my knees become weak as I fell to them.

"Now you're free." Tate's voice faded as I collapsed to the floor.

"Sage!" A voice called from the distance as my eyes closed.

I woke up screaming, surrounded in a pool of sweat. It was sweat... right?

"Fuck! Sage are you okay?" A voice asked from beside me.

I turned, hyperventilating to be face to face with Tate.

I screamed, falling out and off of the bed and onto the floor.

"Oh my god!" Tate quickly jumped out of bed, kneeling down beside me. "Shhh, Sage, calm down!" He said, pulling me into himself. "You were having a bad dream. A nightmare. You're okay now." He reassured.

I sat, my body shaking. It was all a dream. A horrible nightmare, but it all felt so real. So vivid.

"Don't trust the Devil." A voice spoke within my mind. "The Devil kills."

(END OF TRIGGER WARNING)