Chapter 47
SAGE
I run from the crypt so fast that I get dizzy, then I spill the entirety of my stomach onto the grass.
I’m violently sick again as the story from the notebook plays on a loop in my mind. It’s almost as if I’m there, the way my mother wrote the story, her mind dark and so obsessed with my father that it almost feels childish.
This is worse than I imagined when the boys told me the information about these Games.
I assumed it wouldn’t involve anything that felt as personal as this.
I start to wonder as I’m walking back inside the crypt if every journal is like this one.
Maybe there’re other girls throughout the years who have written the story of their time in the Games.
I close the door behind me and walk across the crypt to the wall where the girls’ names are carved.
The first name, right at the top, is Christine Spencer, my mom.
The last name, right at the bottom, is Sage Lindman.
I feel like I’m going to be sick again, but my stomach aches with emptiness.
Pulling out my phone, I type out a message to Beckham, one that I feel deep in my soul.
Me:
Do whatever you have to do to end the Hallows Games.
As tears pool in my eyes, I walk to the bookcase and pull down the next book, dedicating the rest of my night to reading every single word on this shelf. I want to learn it all, understand it all, picture it all. Because there’s no way any year that followed my parents’ last one is any worse.