This is a story like the percy jackson and heroes of olympus books. Follow Sage and Michael Hall as they go on their own adventure. She and her twin brother will experience betrayals, losses, and wonders beyond imagine. They will find unexpected fri...
The annoying sound of a heart moniter filled the air, arousing me from the dreamless sleep I was in.
5 more minutes please, I thought, thinking it was my alarm clock. I shifted uncomfortably when I realized that the beeping noise sounded more like a hospital heart moniter.
At first I didn't know what was going on, until everything crashed in on me.
My mom. Park- dad. Tyler. Dead. Gone. Lost. Forever.
Beep
Beep
Beep
I had a splitting head-ache, gods it hurt so much. It felt like a thousand swords and needles were thrust into my brain, causing me to shiver hard. I remembered after leaving the house we went to the police station and told them everything we knew. Michael was in the process of telling them who did it, when I started to feel hot. Then cold. Then hot again. Then suddenly the burn on my neck started to send waves of pain up my body, and I past out.
Beep
Beep
Beep
Ugh, I wished the beeping would just stop already!
It hurt so bad. My head seemed to pound in rythym with the beep.
And I realized that I did not want the beeping to stop, because that would have meant that my heart stopped. And that was never good.
Beep
Beep
Beep
The least the doctors could do was turn the volume of the beeping down.
Beep
Beep
Beep
Or not.
I hated hospitals. It made me feel like I was dying. Then again, maybe I was.
That would be bad.
At least I would see my family again.
I felt myself drifting off into the blissful land of sleep, when suddenly-
"Sagittarius!"
I bolted up right. "Wha- where- when- why- who-... the frick?"
It was Luke, in all his glory.
"Do you like it?" The young boy asked.
I stared in disbelief at my younger brother, and I momentarily forgot all about yesterday's events. The kid was holding the most ridiculous parrot in the whole entire world.
It was a beautiful blue, black, red, and green with big black eyes and a yellow and orange beak.
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The parrot had a miniature sleek black top hat on it's head, and was wearing a miniature shirt that said: what do you call a synthetic parrot? Polly-ester! And it was a fourth of the size of Luke.
Like I said, ridiculous.
"Pollyester!" Sqawked the bird. "Pollyester!"
I stared. "What. The. Fetching. Heck. Dog." I stated.
"His name's Pollyester!" Luke exclaimed. "Because dat's his favowite word to say!"
"Yep, pollyester!" The bird agreed.
"Where did you get him?" I asked, my eyes locked into the big bird's.
"Uwncle Amos! He fewlt bad about... Ya know." Luke's smile fell, but as quickly as it left, it came back. "He's here too!"
"Uncle Amos is here?" Luke frowned, I never called Amos my uncle.
"Yep-ity-do-da!"
"Speak of the devil." I murmured as right on que, Uncle Amos walked.
He gave me sad look, his black hair falling in his face and sat down on the foot of my hospital bed.
"Hey kid, how you holdin up?"
Without warning, I had the urge to cry.
I shut my eyes and shrugged. He put a caring coffee colored hand on my knee and patted it. I looked up to see how Luke was feeling, but he had wondered out with his parrot somewhere, probably to give us some privacy.
"Let it all out, Sage." But I couldn't. I wouldn't.
Instead of replying, I gingerly lifted my hand to touch the area around my neck and right collarbone that had gotten burned. Their was white bandages wrapping around it, but when I touched them, pain erupted from my skin. Closing my eyes I slowly started to unwrap the gauze.
"Uhh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Amos said nervously.
I ignored him and finished unwrapping the wound, I could tell by Amos's cringe that it looked pretty bad.
I gulped, "Could you get me a mirror please?"
Amos winced, "I don't thin-"
"Please, I need to see."
Reluctantly he got up and retrieved a hand mirror from one of the bedside table drawers, then handed it to me.
I gasped. It was hideous. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, trying to get the image out of my head.
The wound was orange and red, with wierd unatural dips in my skin. Blisters covered it and had gross white bumps here and there. There were several charred black spots and orange tissue like things that made my stomach churn. New ugly brown freckles dotted my skin and there were small boils all around. Some parts of my skin were peeling and wrinkles covered all of it.
I felt like puking, but I kept my eyes shut. Amos squeezed my hand reassuringly, but the image of my ugly burned skin didn't leave.
I heard some doctors come into the room and I could basically feel their pity when they touched me. I could practically hear their disapproving head shakes as they bandaged me all over again. I bet they weren't expecting me to want to see my hideous burns.
But they knew I regretted it. The sight might've scarred me more than the fire on my skin.
After the doctors left I turned to Amos, "I didn't hear, who did it?" I asked through clenched teeth.
Amos sighed, "A boy named Marcus Leshure. He was reported missing a day before it happened." When he saw the look on my face he asked, "Do you know him?"
"My stupid science class bully. I'm will kill him." I was beyond angry, I was downright murderous.
And I vowed to myself that I would kill him.
He killed my mom.
My dad is dead because of him.
He murdered Tyler two days before his birthday.
He did this to me.
He hurt Luke and Michael.
And he was gonna suffer a world of pain when I find him.
