SAGE

Sage Miller

Hell isn't where the devil lies but sometimes hell is the house you're are afraid to be alone in.

I have a fear that almost told loosing Eve and that is being left alone in this house.

My demons are a few feets away from me, demons I can't out run.

My eyes kept glancing at the basement door like she'd gonna walk out any minute.

Maybe burying her in the house I live in wasn't the smartest choice but it was the only choice I had. It guaranteed that she's never be found.

But every time I was alone in this house I felt like she'll dig herself out and walk out of that basement.

But that's impossible right? How could she when she's buried under concrete. Hard concrete.

I tried keeping up the conversation listening to her as she explained her worries. I couldn't even sympathize with her because I hate the woman they were looking for even if she was my mother.

"I haven't seen her since last August or something." I lied poorly but the woman barely noticed my lack of patience or my jittery movements.

"This is so unlike her. She hasn't been to work too. It's been months. I've checked all her normal spots and she hasn't been to any of them in months. The last time I spoke to her she was coming here."

She was pacing. I realised that even if Clara was horrible, she still had people that cared and loved her. People as horrible as her but they did care about her.

But that didn't suddenly make me feel guilty for what I did. I would do it again if it meant getting her out of our lives for good.

"She never made it I guess. I haven't seen her." I lied again playing with nails.

She immediately snap out of whatever spell she's been under and my eyes widen, my heart pounded even harder than I thought was possible.

I stepped back afraid that she has caught on. I was paranoid.

"I'm going. If she comes back tell her I'm looking for her." She declares and pull herself together. She walks out the door not telling me her name but she didn't need to.

I already knew her. I've seen her too many times right here whenever Clara was here.

Hearing that I calmed down and my heart beat returned to normal. I then released the breath I've been holding.

Even though that was a close one but it's over and I couldn't let the fear that's been lingering around me get to me now.

Clara is dead and no one will ever find her. Only two people know where she is buried and Styles would never tell a soul.

I don't know why I trust him after he betrayed my sister but I do. I have this feeling that him and I are very much alike.

I try to avoid my paranoia most of the time but I'm afraid of someone finding out what I did. It's not possible right? I try to tell myself that but I still fear it.

The whole morning I tried shaking the feeling but that woman shook in me. People are gonna ask question, this is just the beginning and I'm scared I'll give myself away.

I showered and got dressed. I drove down the familiar road. The relief I felt driving down the road was unlimited.

I parked next to the floral shop and got out the car.

"Mrs Bell." I grinned at the old lady.

"Sage." She beamed at me. "I haven't seen you in so long, what happened?"

has own this floral shop for as long as I've known her. I use to come here one every three months but over time the visits got fewer and fewer that I only

Mrs Bell. Just been busy." I

visiting him. I thought you've forgotten him." She

him." I told her and she gave

more of

around." She said and I nodded

She asked to

I

we made small

week you

Her face lit up

even valedictorian." I gloat

you

that." I told her and left out the part of me not sure if I want or will

of white and pink

bid Mrs Bell

Mrs Bell." I did a little

good Sage." She waved too. "Don't be

persona has a way of

was much more calm than I was ten minutes ago. My nerves

over each stone as I mentally read the names until I found the one I was

Mike Peter Miller

loving father and

heaved a heavy sigh letting the trouble of this morning got

relax a little and everything seems

I smiled as memories of dad and Eve played in my head like a

dad." I grinned. "I know what you're gonna say. 'Why haven't you come see me'. I'm sorry it took me a while and

blow my hair. I used to tell dad every little thing. From a young age he'd give me advice I still follow to this

been at easy. So many bad things happened but good things happened too. A lot of things changed."

there just staring at space, completely zoned out. I played the memories of the

I try to be like you and fill your shoes in her life but it's not the same. I'm not you and I'll never be. I may look like you but I'm not you. We found out about her mother. I want to be angry at you for

be too fucked up if Clara was her mother. But it made sense too, no mother would treat her child like Clara treated

do when I

a mother but I'll try and make her visit you soon. I'm not sure how that will help. She hasn't visited you since

I inhaled and exhaled.

said it out loud for the first time. I

that. Maybe it's because I expected something to happen. Thunder or

morning breeze continued

I hate to admit

was loud and the soft breeze

what would've been better. The storm

at my thought. "I mean she was horrible and hurt

replayed the events

She wouldn't have survived. I just ended

it didn't matter why I did it. I killed her. I snapped her

whispered

sit there in peace feeling a huge weight

to Eve but most important to Eve. She loves her a lot and she looks so much like Eve that I loved her from