The Messanger

The Window To The Soul

I wake up later on in a hospital with all types of tubes in my body. I look around and realized that I'm in a hospital. I try to speak but it feels as if I haven't spoken in weeks, my vocal chords are stiff like a plank. I press a button near by my bed and a nurse comes in a few minutes later. She was beautiful, she was a white woman with dark black hair, blue eyes, curvy figure, natural shiny lips, and a soft yet assertive voice.

The Nurse is known as Nurse Anderson who is thirty five years old and the head nurse of the ICU department. She notices that I'm awake and alert of my surroundings. She changes my IV bag with a new one and starts to examine my eyes to see whether I have any developing diseases. Once she's done, she looks at me and says, " You're eyes doesn't show any Illnesses but it shows large amounts of stress and underneath your eyes are very baggy as if you're crying almost every day. Your body have a bunch of scratches and your back is on the verge of scoliosis like you're sleeping on concrete. Where do you live and who do you live with?".

As the nurse finished her brief examination of my body, all I could do was cry again because it was very difficult to explain how I've been living these past few months and I assumed that she was just gonna judge me just like the rest. She notices my tears and grabs a napkin from a nearby drawer and wipes my face with it as she ensures me that I'm in a safe place. A few days go by and I finally regain my voice and the tubes are taken out of my body. The doctor comes in and he states that I am very lucky to be alive since all the bullets missed vital points.

The doctor then explains that since I am only fourteen, I won't be charged for the stay or the surgery but in return I am forced to go to a foster care program. I was very hesitant at first since it's hard for me to trust anyone but reluctantly I agreed. The foster care center is the worst in the state, most of the kids are from the juvenile detention center in downtown Detroit. A lot of the kids have tattoos with gang affiliations and some have scars from gunshots and stabbings. I tried to stay away from the crowd by going outside from time to time.

Funny enough, a lot of kids were actually adopted but you can tell the foster parents were not the best parents due to how they would dress and how they would speak. Seeing the parents walk in and out would get me scared and anxious because the last thing I wanna do is get adopted by a terrible family. After a year, I got word that someone was interested in adopting me. I got very scared and nervous, I started to pray to God for a good family even though I was never taught how to pray. The door opens behind me and my heart stops, I turn around and all I could say was " NURSE ANDERSON!?"....