I passed out sometime during the test and since then I still feel lightheaded. I opened my eyes to a bright white room vaguely the same one I remember from before with bright lights blinding me in my face. A kind looking blonde nurse approached me and it scared me how apologetic she looked and just from her face I knew it was something bad I didn't even have to guess. For a while I have come up with a theory that whenever a medical professional gives you a look of pity of an apologetic stare your results are bad or something happened.
Anyhow she approached and spoke softly like it was rehearsed "I'm sorry kid you got unlucky here, stage 2 leukemia sweetheart, the doctors have already chatted to your parents and they have already agreed to the chemo therapy" I cringed form the way she said parents like they actually where but I nodded in confirmation anyway. She patted me on the head and dismissed herself. A few minutes later some doctors from the cancer ward apparently went over the fine details with me trust me it sucked. I hated every thing they spoke from their mouths but it hurt more that I wasn't even sad about in fact I couldn't find it in me to care it seemed like an easier way to ascend out of this world without anyone being at fault. From the moment my fosters adopted me I knew there was some reason something about me they wanted money or something luring them in.
They are not the naturally caring type so there had to be an incentive and I would rather leave like this than give those people a cent even thought I have made them enough money through child benefit. After leaving the hospital and returning to the comfort of my makeshift bedroom I vowed to myself to get out of this situation as soon as possible so I built up all my courage and I contacted Child protective services on an old rickety phone I had from a while back that was dumped in the storage boxes. "Hello Marilyn speaking you are currently on call with a cps officer", 'Hi Marilyn my name is Evelyn and I am currently subjected to abuse form my foster parents Mary and tom smith please send constables down here as soon as possible to help the situation"
That took the pressure of my chest like never before the feeling of freedom whilst small was there and I regret it looking back all these years keeping silent but the fun times are over fosters because you have hell coming your way.
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