"You must stand up for yourself" she kept hearing in the back of her mind as she continued to climb the stairs.
She smiled to herself, knowing that she was about to take a stand. The wind whipped through her hair as she stood there staring, almost in a trance. She grasped on to her tiny butterfly pendant and said a silent prayer. Who would have guessed that she would be doing something like this? She felt powerful.
She thought about the people and the reasons that had her at that point in her life.
No one truly cared about her. If she were no longer living, she knew that no one would be affected. She allowed the tears to stream down her cheeks, no longer caring about her makeup. It was almost symbolic thinking about it; here she was considering how she looked and not the seriousness of the situation she was facing. She gathered her composure and took a deep breath; today was the first day of the rest of her life. Today, she would make them all pay for what they did to her.
These people would pay for the crimes of everyone. This would be their sacrifice.
The blood pumping through her body was almost as electrifying as the music pumping through the headphones she wore.
She let the old Kanye pump her up and make her ready. There was something about the way Kanye rapped, the intensity in the words that made her feel invincible. She was convinced that the new Kanye was suffering from a mental illness, but who was she to judge.
She was currently taking five narcotic medications, just to control her impulses.
Not today, though. Today she was herself.
In her own lucid mind, she was taking the bull by the horns and standing up for herself. She turned the corner and opened the door, allowing the smell of the place to permeate through her nose and senses. She waved to the security guard and gave him a fake smile. He didn't care about her smile; he was too busy watching her ass as she headed to the bank of elevators. The sound of the elevator bell woke her from her mental slumber. She smiled and pressed the 6th button, feeling assured. As she reached in her bag, she pulled out the 9mm glock and began her mission.
Soon they would all remember her name. They would all remember the day the met the Butterfly. She smiled as she met the smiling face of the receptionist. As she raised her hand to wave, the bullet caught her square in the chest.
Everyone will die today, not just one.
( Continued... )
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About the Author
Sage was born and raised in Huntingtown, MD. She has been married to her best friend, for over ten years and they have two amazing sons. She is also an Autism advocate and a parent of an autistic child, which inspired her to write a non-fiction book on raising a child on the Autism spectrum, The Optimistic Autistic: Our Testimony.
Sage also writes mysteries centered on characters that are close to the heart. She has vowed to produce books that encourage the reader to deliberately read; not just for entertainment but to read with the intention of solving the mystery along with the Detective.
Her belief that, "if you don't see the books you're searching for write them" has inspired her to write with a purpose and a passion.
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