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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| Savannah Rodriguez |
"Grab a jumper, your coming with me" about an hour had passed since my brother had found me bleeding in the front foyer, and he had made me patch up my wounds before chucking his jumper at me and taking me out and into his car. He didn't even give me an option, just told me what I was doing.
This was the type of brother that I used to be used to. I used to know this person that was standing in front of me, forcing me into his truck. He was always the tough love type of brother towards me and nobody else, but when we lost our brother, he just lost everything that we used to have together, and I didn't even flinch at the action.
I should have known. I always should know that I live with people that could be deemed as being bipolar, cause sure as shit, this was the best example I could give someone. He would rather cover me up and push me away than hug me and hold me tight like my dead brother used to do, and I guess I should just move on from ever thinking that I would get something like that again.
Biting down on my lip as I felt every bump and crack in the road jolt the truck making me have to move, leading new pain running through my veins. The old wounds hadn't healed and these new ones were just going to make everything worse. My brother was probably looking at me like I was weak and incapable of just entering our own home, and I knew that I was.
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Everyone stared at me, as I climbed out of my brothers truck, but I didn't give them the time of day to stare and whisper anymore. I walked away from my brother, letting the chit chat fly by me, as I was in search of my friends. When I rounded the corner, I found them, and whatever they were talking about, was quick to stop when they saw me.
I wouldn't be surprised if they had already heard the rumors, but I didn't care. I muttered a small hello to them, before I trailed after them and up the stairs. I sat on the outside of the two of them, already feeling the way that I knew plenty of people when they were in trios like this, especially with a boy for so long.
I had grown out of the interest of my boy best friend, while Hailey hadn't, and that was fine. She could fawn and crawn all over him, but I was just happy to sit here, and think on my own. I knew that I didn't need someone, and that used to be my friends, but today showed me that even then, that I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone.
Throughout the stadium, people were chanting my brothers name, as everyone was quick to settle back into their normal lives, especially my eldest brother. He looked at ease, while I had to look at every shadow and crevice, waiting for something to just jump out at me. I wasn't wrong, as I was sure that this could happen to me, and to know that it wouldn't be the first time, brought no comfort.
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From watching the time on my phone tick over, to glancing down at the field every so often, what I didn't notice, was the way that my brother was hit so hard that he fell to the ground. He was gone, and the game had stopped, while I sat there, paralyzed. Hailey was nudging me, telling me to get down there, with my parents and the rest of my family that had rushed to him, but I just couldn't move.
