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"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,
you stop in shock at the words you utter-
they are so rusty,
so ugly,
so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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*2 Weeks Later*
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*Social Workser P.O.V*
'Phone Ringing'
"Hello?" i say answering my phone.
The caller ID was to the group home that i sent Samantha to.
"Hello, may i speak to a 'Ms Aldo'? The lady said on the phone.
" This is she." I said.
"I am afriad that Samantha Roads is dead." She said.
Dead? Samantha? She would never do such a thing.
" Thank you for the infomation, I'll be by on Monday to pick up her belongings." I siad while hanging up.
I never got to tell her. I never got to tell Samantha the truth. The real truth.
She never knew her birthmother.
.......
me.
But i know shes alive. I know my daughters alive. A mother knows when her daughter is dead. And Samantha is not dead !
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*Brookes P.O.V*
"Samm... Samantha...?... Sam wake up ! PLEASE!" I cried shaking Samantha.
i don't know whats wrong.
"HELPP!! SOMEONE CALL 911 PLEASE !" I cried
typicla new yorkers did care. All they did was walk by.
" HOW CAN ALL OF YOU JJUST STAND THERE WATCHING!? WHEN MY BESTFRIEND IS DYING IN MY ARMS !!!!!!!!" I yelled.
just as i stopped i heard ambulance cirens coming down the street.
They came.
They took Samantha away from me.
I had to force myself in the ambulance saying she was my sister.
They kept asking me a bunch of questions.
.......
A bunch of questions that i didnt have an answer too.
She dying... And i can't save her.
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we arrived at the hospital they made me wait in the waiting room.
I can't wait.
I got up and found a phone book.
Aha ! i found it. Samantha social workers phone number.
' Calling'
"Um hello... Is this Samanthas social worker?" I asked forcing back my tears.
" Yes this is she whom am i speaking too?" She asked
" Brookeher bestfriend. Look Samantha isn't waking up! I'm at the hospital with her right now. Please come down here" I stared to cry.
" I'm on my way." she said.
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*Ms Aldos P.O.V*
I got in my car as fast as i could i drove to the hospital i was going 80 mph.
I see it. I parked and out.
I saw a teen girl in the waiting room crying. That must be Brooke i said to myself.
I sat next to her and hugged her.
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The doctor came out 15 min. later and told me that i can see Samantha.
As i walked to her room i tought about what to say.
As i opene the door there she was.
My daughter.
She was sleeping so i sat down next to her.
I laid my hand on her head and said , " It's okay mommys here and i'm not leaving this time."
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*Authors Note*
HEYYY!!!
DID I TRIP YOU UP?!:DD
LOL I HOPE YOU ENOJYED THIS LOVESS
OH AND YEAH SORRY THAT IT WAS SO SHORT
AND THAT IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO UPDATE
BUT I LOVE WRTING
SO I DO IT FOR MY READERS
LOVE YA GUYS
xoxo
-Savannah ♥
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