I looked from Anita to John and back to my lap. When they said i had other siblings i thought they meant in college or like small little kids just running around, but these people in front of me where exactly or looked exactly the same age as me.
Anita's smile started fading away from her face "Aren't you happy to see your brother and sister" she asked me looking hopeful. I gave her a small nod, "Iiii iii" i began saying but i couldn't say i am. "it's okay Sophia" John said saving me the humiliation of trying to talk."This is your sister Rachel and your brother Tom" he finished pointing to the girl and boy standing about a foot away from me.
"Hi" Rachel said smiling a bit at me, "hhh hhh" i wanted to say hi so badly, i felt like slitting my throat and opening my vocal cords to force myself to talk. "Tom, Rachel, Sophia has a bit of trouble talking at the moment she'll be able to talk better has time goes on" Anita smiled and her children, "So for the time being we're going to use text message to communicate, I know it's a bit weird but it's the best i could think of at the moment, is that okay".
"Yeah, it's fine" Tom and Rachel responded at the same time. Anita handed me a new IPhone 6 while the rest brought out their classy and expensive phone. I didn't know if it were mine to keep or to just use.
It seemed like Anita had everything planned out. After i second of silence the large phone in my hands started to vibrate, I looked down and seen that i have two new messages, I unlocked the phone by sliding my finger on the screen.
I went to the messages and seen that she made a group and called it 'FAMILY'.
Anita- hey guys we are going to use this for a while until Sophia is feeling better and ready to talk.
John- is that okay guys?
Rachel- yeah hey Sophia
Sophia- Hi Tom and Rachel
Tom- how are you
Sophia- I'm fine, thank you.
Rachel- how old are you?
Sophia- I'm 16 and you guys?
Tom- I'm 17
Rachel- I'm 16 too :)
Sophia- I'm happy to have you guys in my life
Anita- we are too.
Rachel- where did you use to live?
Sophia- Downtown
Tom- were you given up at birth?
Sophia- no while I was at rehab
Rachel - when's your birthday
Sophia- 30th of September
Rachel- cool mines 17th of March
Tom- mine is the 9th of February
Sophia- who was adopted first?
Rachel- I was adopted since age three
Sophia- what about you Tom?
Tom- when I was fourteen
Anita- do you want to head of to your room Sophia, you've had a busy day.
Sophia- sure.
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Depression Doesn't Mean Self Harm.
Short StorySophia Burke, just a normal teenager growing up with a troubling past. Having blades to comfort her. Depression doesn't mean self harm Sophia, it never does
