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 |
Entering the room my brother was staying in, to see him standing there, sweat forming on his forehead as his arms shook from the shear strength it was taking for him to stand up, all while my sister just sat there, on her phone, blushing away, as she took more selfies of her, completely disregarding our brother, that was struggling.
How stupid could she really be? Instead of arguing with anyone, I quietly walked around my siblings, and did something that could either end up going in the wrong direction, or actually taking a step towards my brother, and mending the relationship that had once been there. I won't deny it, but there had been something between my siblings, for a while, where I wasn't so lost in all of us.
I had once been included in the older siblings group, but now, I didn't even fit in between the two groups. We had been one big happy family, until one day, people in this so called family, didn't want that. They wanted nothing more than for us to just be silent, and hate one another. They wanted us to be so singled out, by one another, that you wouldn't even think that we were related.
So, as I reached a hand out to my brother, he took it, tightly, as he grimaced a tight-lipped smile at me, before I was trying to urge him back into bed, but he just denied me. "I'm trying to go to the toilet" he muttered, gripping my hand even tighter. So, I did what any logical person would do, and lifted my much taller brother's arm, over my shoulders, and forced him to lean into me, as I walked him into the bathroom. "Do you need me to stay?" I whispered, unsure of where I stood with my big brother. He had once been my hero, you know.
"Yes, please" he grunted, as I turned away from my brother, taking a few steps away, so that he could have privacy. I knew what it meant, to have little moments like this, when you could have privacy away from people asking you if you were okay, if you needed something, if you wanted to go to the toilet or if you wanted something to eat. I had once lived in the hospital myself, and I never wanted to relive that time in my life. That was something else, that I kept buried in a box, far under the carpet, where no one would be able to find it, ever.
"Okay, I'm good. You can turn around" my brother called out, as I watched him struggle to find his footing, grabbing him right before he could hit the ground. "I hate this" I knew that was his way of telling me that he didn't like any of this, and I get it, he was independent, and relying on someone is one of the hardest things for someone like him to ever come around and accept. Deep down, I settled on this, as I knew what it meant, to go from having no one, to having everyone offering, before they would soon disappear.
My brother reached his arm around me, but instead of starting to walk out, he squeezed my shoulders tightly, before we began our trek out. I knew that our little heart to heart would be a once in a blue moon, but I held it close to my heart. He hadn't done that in years, and little old me wanted to stay here forever, pressed to my brother, where I knew that nothing could ever go wrong, but that wasn't the people that we were.
