Holder

Hope

So i wake up. What was that. I was in a place like hell. I run downstairs and eat breakfast while my family is asking me a lot of questions. Like how am I, what's wrong, and so on. I tell them I am fine then run upstairs and scream into my pillow. At the same time I am thankful because I realize it was only just a dream. I text my friend and explain but she doesn't care. I remember just as I send it we aren't speaking because we got in a fight. I had a dream where she died and she got overwhelmed.

Next I write in my diary about my dream. I have been doing this ever since I have been having these dreams. They keep coming back. It has almost been a month now,   I haven't told anyone because I am shy.

My mother then knocks on my door. I shut my diary just as she comes in. She tells me that at noon I am going to see my therapist. I have to go there ever since my parents went to jail. They were doing drugs and always left me alone. Ever since I came with my foster parents I have been kind of silent because they are new and I don't really like new things. As she leaves she kisses me on the forehead. I shiver down then follow her to the door and close it.

When I go back i finish writing in my diary and start to get changed. As I go in my closet I have a choice of a pair of pants or shorts. I wear my pants cause I'm afraid to show any thing about me to my new family. I then choose my t-shirt put on my shoes and go downstairs. I go outside to attend to my roses. My new mom got me those because that is something I grew up doing. As I water them someone walks by the yard and screams loner at me. I turn around and it is Jason. Ugh I hate him, he is the one who started rumors about me. I will never like him. He may be cute but looks don't matter.

I turn back around and tend to my flowers but I notice something. Most of them haven't bloomed and the ones that did died right away. I look around at the other flowers and they all seem to do the same thing. I shrug it off though because we got different soil and I think it might be that.

I walk back in to the house, sit on the couch and watch whatever is on. I never change it because I am afraid I will get yelled at.

Later on I wake up to my mom. We have to go to my therapists now. Ugh I never like it. I get up without a fuss and head out.

When we get there I sit down and put my head down. My therapist asks what is wrong, but I say nothing. Then he comes closer takes my hand and say, " Listen I know what your going through because the same thing happened to me. My parents died when I was young, but I didn't let that stop me. So tell me what's wrong, please." I look up at him and realized my life isn't so bad. I have and older brother now. Then I look at him and say hi. He looks at me with excitement and says, " That's a start, so can you please tell me what's wrong." I look down then tell him everything and how this never happened to me before. I even say this happened before I got new parents. He looked puzzled but tells me it might be because I am scared.

I shrug it off then say, " Another thing wrong is I don't know my name, people just say hey, or little girl. My parents never really gave me a name. So I was thinking since you were the first person I really ever talked to, you could choose my name. He turned around really fast and has a weird look. Then says " Ok......, what about...... Hope. You know because it describes you." I look up and have a smile on my face and say, " I like it."