Obsession

I clenched my teeth feeling the porcelain slide. I took a deep breath, relaxing my jaw. The sight of her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keyboard, punching each letter left me in amazement. The curve of her fingers, the way she used every one of them to type in an endless stream of words. When it came to Sage the simplest things became the most admirable, she was amazing. She graciously turned her head, her long dark hair swaying behind her. Her lips opened slightly, just enough to make out the sentence. “Are you even going to do any work?”

 “Uh yeah, sure” I managed to say. My hands were trembling as I picked up our group assignment and read through it.

The task was to capture something simple but significant, something that could be perceived in any perspective. I knew Sage would be good at this she was good at everything. At times she would leave me breathless at the work she would produce. The way she captured the most amazing shots of everything, people, places, objects anything she could find she could make it amazing, she was amazing.

I gazed over at her, taking in the full sight of her. She was average height for a seventeen-year-old girl along with everything else about her. But her facial features were exquisite, her full lips and immensely big eyes are what made Sage, Sage.  She turned to meet my eyes, “Seriously dude, are you gonna do this work or what?” she sighed, “What ideas do you have?”

My mind raced with ideas, ideas of Sage.

“We could do portraits,” I suggested.

“Of people in town?” she pondered the thought, “yeah that could work.” She wrote down some more ideas on the task sheet.

Class had finished and everyone was beginning to leave, this was my chance. My chance to ask her out, I had a reason: our project.

“Uh hey Sage, um do you wanna go take some shots after school?” I asked, I hoped she didn't recognize the hitch in my voice, “you know for the project and stuff.” She awkwardly lifted her bag onto her shoulder, and then tucked her long dark hair behind her ear. “Sorry man,” she said, sounding partly sympathetic. “But I’ve already got plans.” She turned to walk out the classroom. “With who?” I asked following her down the hallway. It obviously had to be someone important, someone she would miss out on schoolwork for. She gave me a curious look before answering, “Jesse Hollick” she said his name as if it was a question. “Are you just friends with him?” I pushed. I needed to know answers. “What’s with 21 questions? Are you some sort of freak?” she stopped her paced walk, “look I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” she walked off out the school doors across the smokers field. I could still see her as she walked up to the group of people. But she seemed to pay more attention to one particular guy.

His hand reached down and pulled her at the waist before he brought his head down to hers.

My fists clenched, I could feel my face getting warmer and warmer. Sage was mine and no one could touch her. She was mine. I raced across the school to my car and revved up the engine. Sage was coming with me today, whether she wanted to or not. I drove around the perimeter of the school searching for her long dark hair; she had to be around here somewhere. I drove past the field and saw her familiar cream coloured backpack. I stepped out of the car, leaving it running. Sage was sitting on a short pillar with her back towards me. Her earpieces blasted music through her ears, she wouldn't hear me coming. With a simple blow to the head, Sage’s body fell limp into my arms.  I checked around me to see that no one had seen what had just happened, the coast was clear. I carried her loose body over to the car, and placed her in the boot. She looked so peaceful, as if she was in a deep sleep of endless dreams.

I placed my hand on her cheek and pushed the strand of hair that obscured her perfect face.  She is so amazing.

Driving down the freeway a thump came from the boot. She was awake. Muffled screams echoed through the car, endless cries for help. I turned off the exit that leads to Heath’s Cliff; I knew it was Sage’s favorite place. I could imagine her dancing among the trees; the flowers embedding themselves in her hair as she laid across them, the thought of the sun shining on her lighting up her face with every glistening ray. I pulled up the hand break and killed the engine; I took every cautious move towards the boot.  My hand rested on the leaver, with a deep inhale I opened the boot. There she laid, hands swollen and bruised from her constant battle to break free.

Her eyes were closed, but the small flicker of her lashes let me know she was just fooling me.

In a split second Sage rose up out of the boot and flung her self towards me, we both fell back onto the rocky floor.

“YOU!” she yelled, hitting me repeatedly. I captured her hand and rolled myself on top of her.

She wriggled herself underneath me trying to break free,

“What the hell do you think your doing!” she yelled again.

“Who is that guy?” I screamed back at her.

“What guy?!” she screamed.

“The guy who kissed you after school, that guy!”

Her body became tense, “Are you serious! Is this what this is all about?! You hit me over the head, are you freaking retarded!”  She shrieked. With one big push from her I fell back releasing her free, I got up as fast as I could. She ran to the car hoping to escape. She opened the driver’s side door but with a single motion I closed it, turning her around I pushed my body up against hers.

She was retrained against the car and myself.

“Who is that guy?” I asked, one final time.

“He’s my boyfriend! Fire out!” she shouted.

That was it that is what set me off the edge. Her boyfriend, her freaking boyfriend! Sage was mine, she couldn't have a boyfriend, she was mine!

“He can’t be your boyfriend! You’re mine!” I roared. My anger fuelled within me, her face turned into pure disgust.

“You’re such a freak, I will never be yours you bloody weirdo” she spat. I leaned in closely, pushing her hair away from her ear whispered, “Well if I can’t have you,” I spoke slowly, “ then no one else can.” Her body tensed and I could feel her heart racing through her clothes, I moved back to see the look in her eyes.

My hands slid up her body all the way to her cheek them I caressed them softly, soaking up every bit of her.  I moved them down to her neck, her eyes widened and all I could see was fear. I finally had control over her. She was mine. She is mine.

“You were so amazing” I breathed out.

In one swift movement her neck snapped.  And in that moment was the moment I had seen her true beauty. She was just Sage but boy, she was amazing.