In My New Room

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*Back in time*

I was in my cold empty room. I had a window with garden view. A bed and television. I am sitting on the window sill. At night I like to sit here and look at the moon, sometimes I even talk to the moon.  Everymorning I have my same routine, I drink coffee take some late breakfast, watch the news and look outside. I spent hours on my window sill waiting for  doctor Sanders to talk to me. I only have my clothes here, all my other stuff have been taken away from me. I don't even have pictures here or a clock. I am in North London and my name is Sarah. Sarah McGuiness. That's for sure. I will figure the rest out later. I heard footsteps coming closer, I hear familiar ones and others. I keep looking at the bench in the garden. "Sarah? Someone came to see you." A nice friendly voice coloured the white walls for a second. I heard her footsteps fading away. The other footsteps are silent, I hear no sound I only notice a big shadow. Something tells me to not turn around. My breathing gets louder. The room just got a bit smaller. I can hear them again they're right behind me. The warm hand slides from my shoulders to my lower back. I'm shivering and still am when I hear him move and than my bed squeaks. I know who you are. No right moves in here because it's the wrong place. I have to stop making excuses to not turn around. He came. That's a good thing. A big thing. I feel afraid. I got things to loose but not to hide. Rain was falling hard. My palms were sweating I was holding my breath, closed my eyes for a second and turned around. I looked at his shoes, I looked at the pants he was wearing, his white shirt and dark blue sweater, the darker skin. His face. "I was so happy when I finally was allowed to come. I called every single day." I decided to sit next to him, we enjoyed the silence the first minutes. "How is Nathan?" For some reason he avoided my question. "Siva. How is Nathan?" "I'm sorry. He doesn't  believe you. He will drop his charges when you're declared ill." His voice was about to break. I moved a little bit away. I want to see Nathan. "I believe you. So does Doctor Sanders. We can get through this, one day I will pick you up and drive you home." Siva reached for my hand and holds it tight. The same lady that led Siva here was now taking him away from me. I walked with them to the outside door. "Thank you" I whispered. "We can talk about the rest when I'm here next time." He whispered back. We sealed the day with a kiss. One minute later he drove of. Back to my coffee and window sill now.

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