Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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| Savanah Rodriguez |
Watching my younger brothers life dangle on a thin line, was a real fear of mine. They weren't supposed to be this close to death; that was supposed to be me. This was all my fault, all because I was too deep in my own worries, trying to get people that would never think twice about their little sister, to pity me and give me their time of day.
Now, here my brother was, all because he had had an allergic reaction to a allergy that none of us had known about. He had too much of a dose of peanuts, for someone with an allergy that no one had known about. I wasn't buying it, but there was nothing I could do or say, as our parent reprimanded us on the fact that we should have been keeping an eye on our younger brother better than we had.
But, maybe if our parents had parented us better, we wouldn't have been in this situation. Our mother needed to stop looking at the perspective of us having to be the adults, and her actually being the mother for once, at least to Isabella, but not to me. I had gone too long without a mother to care about the fact that I didn't have one.
Other children, even my siblings, deserved better parenting, but I had been given these parents for reason, and that was all that I deserved. I had been rightfully given these people as my family, and that was what I was going to do, was survive this childhood, and get out of here before anyone else could tie me down to this hell hole.
"Are you sure that we shouldn't check them as well?" the doctor's voice pulled me out of my head, as my mother turned to us, a scowl on her face, as our father brooded in the background, looking like the true rich father that he was. "No, they are perfectly fine" my mother snapped, before she grabbed the hands of the twins, and was dragging them down the hall, while my father wheeled Liam down the hallway after them.
I felt like this was all too much. The doctor just grimaced at us, as we all trailed behind them, as I had been forced to sit next to Benjamin and pretend that we were all a happy family, while my mother was quick to yell and scream once the door had been shut. I could tell that Liam meant none of this, but it just so happened that our mother should have known all along.
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Climbing into my bed that night, I shivered when I realized that I had left my window open, but I didn't have the energy to reach it, or even pull it shut. I knew that I should have, but I couldn't be bothered. The fresh wounds that were covering my body were enough to make me collapse on my bed, turning my phone over, to check the date.
The date that read the one day that I dreaded the most, and I was more than glad that my father hadn't found out the true reason as to why I had given in to him tonight. That suit that he had worn tonight, was now covered in my blood and tears, and he had had no care in the world as he had thrown me around like I wasn't even his daughter.
