Sang On Her Own(ON HOLD)(sequel to Sang and the Sorensons)

Chapter 1

Sunlight filtered through my closed eyelids.

Mother.

I jumped right up and looked around wildly.

Mother? What was she doing here? Wait...where am I?

I took a deep breath, sorting through my thoughts to what had happened.

Waterfall. Mother. Marie. Diner.

Oh.

My shoulders slumped in relief as my gaze settled on my suitcase and backpack at the corner of the cavern.

My ears picked up the buzzing of water hitting water. Birds chirped and leaves rustled in the wind.

I felt...relaxed. Like I was home. The thought brought a smile to my face. I was home.

Home.

I laughed. Never thought I'd find home. Ever.

I dug through my suitcase for some suitable clothes for the day. I picked short shorts and a grey tank top. I hung the square mirror I had took from Marie's side of the bathroom up with some tape to the side of the cavern wall.

Looking at that, I pulled my hair into a bun and washed my teeth with the fresh water of waterfall. It wasn't hard to do. I just made a hole in the bottom of one of the bowls I had and attached a plastic tube to its bottem.

I attached that with duck tape next to the mirror so it would collect water from the falls in the bowl and flow it through the tube.

And so, I had running water. I managed to do this without getting my clothes wet.

Then, I slipped on my tennis shoes and slipped out the side of the falls.

I broke out into a jog when I reached a trail in the woods. I knew these woods like the I knew the back of my hand.

When I reached my destination, I stood staring at the building, waiting for it to open. When I glanced at the sun, I realized it was almost seven. Almost time to open and work.

I smile a bit. I didn't know why but a wave of happiness swept through me, leaving me feeling warm from head to toe.

My stomach grumbled. I looked down at it and wondered how I would get food. After all, Mother and Father had provided me with a roof and food.

I wonder how Marie and Mother are doing. I hope my leaving made them happy. I smile a little at the picture of Marie cleaning and doing the chores.

I start laughing out loud as more pictures progressed in my brain.

Marie bent over scrubbing the floor. Marie cooking. Marie vacuuming. Marie taking care of Mother.

I immediatly felt bad.

Mother was sick. I knew that much. Did they need help?

I felt disgusted at myself. I shouldn't be caring about them. After all, they were the ones that kicked me out. But...I still felt bad.

A sharp pain came from my stomach and I doubled over. A groan escaped my mouth and I quickly shut my mouth not wanting anyone to find me.

Too late.

I heard footsteps coming towards me and I panicked, moving behind a bush.

I heard heavy footsteps getting closer and I stilled.

I tried to ignore the sharp pains in my stomach but they wouldn't stop. I started seeing black spots in my vision.

Another groan slipped my mouth followed by a small shriek as a particular part of my stomach felt like a black hole. My throat closed up, cutting off my shriek.

I was grateful but suddenly there was a black hole in the back of my throat also. My stomach grumbled loudly and it started to hurt even more.

What was going on?

I swallowed my spit and the pain lessened.

Maybe I'm hungry?

Yeah, that must be it. I worked my jaw into think it was eating. I swallowed what spit I had and the pains just became throbs.

My throat went dry and I couldn't swallow anymore. The pain increased and I bit back a scream.

The leaves rustled beside me and black boots came into my vision.

"Sang?"

He knows my name?

I didn't say anything. Maybe if I didn't respond they would go away.

I heard a grunt and was suddenly lifted into the air. I opened my mouth to shriek but nothing came. My throat was too dry.

He carried me with purpose to the Diner. I couldn't turn around or lift my head to see who it was. My sides and throat hurt. I could only see a black t-shirt and the Diner coming closer as we walked.

The muscles in my savior's chest rippled as he walked.

He opened the back door to the Diner. I felt the rise of his chest as he breathed and I was also aware of his heart beating in a steady rhythm.

I put my hand ontop of his heart and ball my hand into a fist so the black material was inside my hand. The thumping of his heart came faster, loosing it's rhythm.

I felt my eyebrows furrow. I missed the steady rhythm.

"Calm your heart, when it beats fast it indicates that something bad is going to happen." My voice was a little raspy. "And I don't like that."

He only grunted and tried to steady his breathing but the more he tried the faster his chest rose and fell.

He shifted me so that he was holding me with one hand and the other gently pried my balled fist away from his t-shirt.

"Sorry," I murmur.

He set me down in a chair and from what I could see, my guess was that we were in the kitchen.

I gasped as a flash of pain flared from the top of my stomach.

Great, I thought, now it's my sides, stomach, and throat. Just great.

My savior moved out of my vision and after ten minutes of pure agony, he came back with a bowl of soup and a spoon.

I was doubled over in pain, my arms wrapped around my stomach and sides so I could only see hands holding soup and a spoon.

My savior placed the bowl on the tabled and seated himself on a chair across from me.

A felt fingers tug my jaw down and a placed the spoon into my mouth. A flurry of carrot and potato filled my mouth and I swallowed greedily.

The spoon left my mouth and was filled once again with the god worthy soup. After the spoon was out of my mouth, I took it from my savior's hand and pulled the bowl closer to me.

I closed my eyes when I ate the watery goodness. After all, all your senses get stronger when you lose one. When I couldn't seem to get anymore soup from the bowl, I opened my eyes to see why.

The soup was empty. In the corner of my vision, there was a napkin and I used it, wiping my mouth.

I raised my eyes and felt them widen in shock. I then flushed with embarressment. His dark brown eyes trapped my dull green ones in place.

"Thank you North."