Trick and Mistreated

August 16th, 2:28 pm:

Dear Journal... Or whatever "normal" people start off with. I'm only writing this because my father thought it would be a good idea to write my own little "adventures" here. Even though I'm like 17, he always said no matter what age I am I'll always be "daddy's little girl". Anyways, I guess a small introduction won't hurt, right? My name is Willow, I'll be 18 in the next year- I go to high school and as you may have guessed, I'm a senior in high school. I was mostly homeschooled my whole life, so I didn't have many friends...

Well...

I did have one... But she's no longer with me anymore... I guess this journal is sort of useful after all.... Huh.

September 19th, 9:49 pm:

I found a picture... A picture of Sage... She was my old best-friend I mentioned about earlier. I may have been born blind in my right eye, but she had the most beautiful natural red hair with the purest bluest eyes I've ever seen... It was like her freckles lightened up her whole face... She seemed to have never judged me for anything and loved me no matter what. No matter if I was a different race from her or just overall too quiet most of the time. I remember when it was just her and I, wandering around in the woods together. We were both just going into highschool but we were still playing around like we were young kids... She'd always take me on the most amazing adventures. We'd go by a lake and watch the sunset fall into stars... I remember lying in the grass with her, watching the pale moonlight. Most of the time Sage would steal a pack of cigarettes for both of us, even though we were both 15... It was good to kick back and relax and try something new. Our mothers knew each other from when they were kids, so they stuck with each other ever since. Both of our parents would scold us for being out so late, but we didn't care. It was the only time we really felt free... The night sky, the cool breeze from the wind—everything seemed perfect. I remember just laying there, right next to her. I always wanted to pop that one question to her... But was always too afraid to ask. Hell, she was my best friend, but we never talked about our feelings unless it was about guys we developed a crush on. We both had normal lives. We both seemed unstoppable against the world.

Sage's favorite thing was to sew. She even taught me how to do it... I remember one time I scraped my knee when I was younger, and she rushed over to help. The worried expression on her face made my heart hurt. She gave me a quick fix with just a regular bandaid. I guess I kind of scraped my face up from going too fast on the bike. That explains the scar on the bridge of my nose and the one going down my right eye  Which is where my blind eye is. She said it looked like a battle scar to lighten the mood. I'm not going to lie, it did make me feel better. We'd do everything together, even study since we were both homeschooled. I remember always wanting to hold her hand and tell her how much I love her... But, I never really got to. I had always wished to be like Sage. She always seemed so powerful. Tough, happy, social, and never afraid to face danger...

Until one day...

Sage seemed to be getting exhausted everyday. You could tell just from the bags under her eyes. Her eyes looked so... dull and empty as if she wasn't completely there... The once brilliant blue eyes she had seemingly fading away with every passing day... She started to have these random panic attacks that worsened over time as well. Her parents were getting worried since she became physically ill from how she was taking care of herself. Weeks went by, and when she came back from the hospital, she looked as if she had gotten worse. Most times I wouldn't hear from her for days, let alone weeks... She would only talk about the man... That man in a suit. I'd ask her what he looks like but she would just say the same thing.

"He's a tall, very tall man in a suit! But his face- His face is so unrecognizable... It's like... It's like a blur to remember. It's like this man didn't even have a face Willow!"