Hidden Fate

The First Attack

Sage's POV

Sebastian left to get the pizzas for us. He told me to stop calling him Mr. Wilson outside of school. He said it sounded weird and made him feel old.I reminded him that he was only three years older than me, and he waved me off. As he grabbed his car keys, I felt strange. Something in me didn't want him to go. I don't know why I feel this way about him. I've only known him for two days, and he's my teacher. While he's only three years older than me, it still feels wrong. I shook my head and decided I would occupy my mind with other things. The main thing that was occupying my mind and nose was the fridge. I know that it hasn't been cleaned out in months. I know that everything in there is rotten. I know that it is disgusting. I also know that I need to finally clean it.

While Sebastian is away, I will clean the fridge out quickly. We didn't have a lot in there from my memory. Dad was attacked by a wolf in the forest when he was out fishing. I gave him some of the special healing tea, but he wouldn't get better. No matter how much he drank it, he never got better. He laid in his bed for weeks and could only stomach bone broth and some tea. I begged him to go to the hospital. He refused. He said that people like him can't go to the hospital. I don't know what he meant, but he made me promise not to call the doctor or for help. Because he only drank bone broth, I mainly kept food in the fridge for me. It was basic and easy food that didn't require much energy since all my energy was going towards taking care of Dad and school. The last few days were the hardest. His body was completely shutting down. I remember sitting beside his bed crying, sobbing. I begged him to go to the hospital. He used the only strength he had to say "no, I can't or they will find you." He never told me who. My dad died three months ago, because he didn't get medical help. He died protecting me from some invisible danger that only he could see. I still feel guilty, like it's my fault he's dead.

I walked over to the fridge and opened the door. The smell of rotting vegetables and expired meats hit my nose. I gagged at the smell and plugged my nose quickly. I grabbed an empty trash bag and some gloves. I worked quickly to put all the spoiled food into the bag and sealed it shut. I grabbed a disinfectant spray and sprayed all the shelves and walls of the fridge. I'll let that sit for a second while I take this garbage to the bin outside. I put on my rain boots and rain jacket, then I grabbed the bag and headed out.

The rain came pouring down and lightning gave me more light to see. I walked to the side of the house and opened the trash can. I threw in the bag and shut the lid. As I shut the lid, a crack of lightning outlined the silhouette of a wolf sitting on the fence in my backyard. I screamed and ran inside my house. I locked my front door and ran to my parents bedroom into their closet. My parents put 5 different deadbolt locks on the inside of their closet years ago. They said that if I ever felt like someone was going to break in or if I felt like I was in danger, then to run into their closet and deadbolt the door. I did exactly that. I sat on the floor of their closet and tried to calm myself. I could feel a panic attack coming in. Since Dad was attacked by a wolf, I have been terrified of them. Seeing what they did to him makes me hope that I never encounter one, never. I started to feel in my pockets for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I left it in the kitchen.

I debated on going back out there to get my phone so I could call the police or someone. As I started to unlock the first deadbolt, I heard a shattering of glass from inside the house. I quickly locked it back and stumbled to the back of the closet. I sat in the corner of the closet and held my knees to my chest. I felt the panic start to rise more and more inside me. Tears fell from my eyes as I muffled the sounds of me crying. I heard loud crashes come from outside the door. I heard snarls and the sound of feet running around. I could hear drawers being opened. Glass was breaking. I dug my face further into my knees and prayed that Sebastian would be back soon. I heard the handle to the closet start to jiggle. Then, there was just silence. I didn't hear anything. I slowly started to crawl towards the door. I hoped that whoever or whatever was out there had left. I didn't hear anyone. I put my ear to the door. Bang! I flew back startled and covered my mouth. Something on the other side of the door began to ram the closet door. Dust started to fall from the top of the door frame. The dry wall near the door started to crack. I crawled to the back of the closet and closed my eyes. I grabbed my necklace and whispered "protect me." Suddenly the banging stopped. I heard foot steps run out of the room and a window shatter. A minute later I heard a familiar voice.

"Sage, where are you?" Sebastian yelled, "Please answer me." I unlocked all the locks and opened the closet door. My parents bedroom was destroyed. The mirror over their dresser was shattered and glass was all over the floor. All of the things that once were in the dresser were now throw about and torn. The drawers were in pieces around the room. The bed was ripped to shreds. Everything in there was destroyed. I stared at the room and couldn't feel anything. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I wanted to yell for Sebastian, but I couldn't. I walked over to the broken picture frame on the floor. It was the photo of my mom and dad from their wedding day. The frame broke, but thankfully the photo wasn't damaged.

"There you are. What happened? Are you okay?" Sebastian said as he pulled me into a tight hug. I couldn't speak. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I stared at the mess of the room and felt my fear dissipate.