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 |
Rolling over in bed, I felt my sore body stop, when something else was lying beside me. Immediate panic filled my entire body, as I felt one of my hands go numb from where it had been crushed under my body and been pulled into somebody else's hand. I felt restricted, and immediately tried to pull out.
The person that was sleeping beside me, mumbled something, before pulling me closer, even though I tried to resist. This man was much stronger and heavier than I ever would be, and that scared me even more. Through my hazy, sleep filled vision, I tried again to pull away, and this time, I succeed, as the person had always woken up.
I rolled away, scooting my body back to the other edge of the bed, sitting up as I felt my head start to spin. I watched on, as this man brushed a hand over his eyes, before running that said hand through his hair. I felt like I was intruding, and wanted to get away from here, but for some reason, there was a pull towards this man, that made me want to stay to stop this need to be sick.
My stomach was swirling, as the man than pinned his eyes on me, and I felt immediate disgust roll through me. This was my brother, that I was scared of. That same brother that I had demanded to stay with me until I fell asleep, had stayed with me until I had woken up, and was now sitting here, giving me pity that I did not need.
He had listened to me detail the abuse and have never said a word about how bad of a person I was for letting a man lay his hands on me. I had heard it in school, that it was disgusting for a girl to let a man lay his hands on her, and most people would turn a blind eye, even when it came to the person who you called your dad, while you sat here and feared your own brother.
"How'd you sleep, Sav?" I don't know whether he could see my panic or that he had understood that I didn't like my full name, but for some reason, he was already healing me, and I didn't even know if I could trust him or not yet. I just nodded my head, as I crawled like a little child, closer to my brother, as he then pulled me back into his chest, except this time, he was sitting up against the headboard.
"Have you ever been in a plane before?" he continued to question, as he ran a hand through my hair, and that was when I realized why I could be so sick. I just shook my head, knowing that if I said something, that the lump in my stomach, would sit in my throat, before it would be everywhere, and I would have to sit through the embarrassment.
"How about we get you to a bathroom then?" I didn't even acknowledge his weird wording, as he then guided me up, letting me lean against him, before I was then rushing to the toilet, and throwing up what felt like everything, but I knew it was nothing, because I hadn't eaten in a while. It had concerned my mother the most, but no one had said anything, as I was sure that the hospital staff had told everyone that they had to let us settle in, before they pressured any of us.
