Gone Forever

Promise

After sitting there all night, just letting my tears run, I could cry no more. When the nurse saw that I had stopped crying, she came in quietly and cautiously as if I was a bomb about to blow up, and told me that there was a man that would like to see me. I nodded to tired and upset to say anything.

The nurse walked out of the room where I was still sitting, leaning against, my head now in my hands. A few minutes later I heard the door open and then shut, almost silently.

I heard a few footsteps, which seemed loud on the laminated, shiny hospital floor and then I felt a shadow looming over me.

I looked up and staring down at me was a fairly tall, middle aged man with dark brown hair and eyes, which had large bags underneath them. He had obviously been crying.

A confused expression found it's way onto my face as I struggled to remember who this man was. After a few seconds of sifting through my memory I still had no idea who he was.

"Hello, I was expecting you not to remember me. I last saw you when you were about 2 years old. Such a cute child. I am Chris Smith and I was a very good friend of your father," he said kindly.

A few things struck me about this man.

Firstly, and the most upsetting, he referred to Dad as "was".

It was still strange and horrible that my Dad and Mum were no longer alive. I don't think that it will really sink in for a while. Maybe not for years.

Just yesterday I was talking to my Mum in the kitchen about what we were having for tea. The next day. She was gone and never coming back.

Secondly, he had an English accent.

I wonder how my Dad had become friends with him if he was from England.

Now that I think about it though, I do remember my Dad mentioning someone called Chris Smith before. Actually, he was mentioned quite often, I just never gave a second thought about him, and now he was here in front of me.

All I could was stutter an "Ok".

"I am so sorry for your loss," he began.

I just nodded and he began again.

"In your will your Father said that I was to be your legal guardian and that I was to treat you like I would any of my children. So that is what I am here to do. I am aware that you will have to move to England.."

I interrupted him, "I'm going to move to England, with you, a man I don't even know properly, and leave behind my friends, and my house? What if I refuse?" I asked him annoyed.

How can he just take me away?

I've only even properly met and spoken to until today and I cant just get up and leave. What about my parent's funeral. I didn't want to think about that but it had to happen.

He sighed , "I know this will be hard for you, what with what's happened, but I have a family back in England that I need to look after. I cant ask them to move. I know this is big as well so I will leave you for a few minutes but after that we will have to go back to your house to pack and say goodbye, and then unfortunately we will have to leave. We will of course come back here for your parents funeral. I am so sorry about this, but you have no relatives because both of your parents were adopted."

He placed his hand comfortingly on my shoulder and gave me one last look of pity and then left.

As soon as he shut the door, I wondered over to my parent's beds and stood in between both of them.

I gently picked up my parents hands and rubbed them, fiddling with the fingers.

I was trying to figure out what they would have wanted me to do.

Unfortunately my gut feeling was that they would have wanted me to go to England and to live my life to the fullest, like they cant now.

They would have been disappointed in me if I were to refuse to move to England, and if all I did all day, I just moped around, morning, doing nothing all day.

So I decided that I was going to stop messing about in school and concentrate. Get a good education.  Make them proud of me.

After saying my goodbyes to my parents, the door slowly creaked open and Mr Smith stood in the doorway, smiling at me, obviously wanting to leave.

I kissed each of parents cold, pale foreheads very softly before whispering in their ears,

"I will make you proud of me, I promise."

I then wandered slowly over to the door, looking behind me giving them a last lingering look, before walking through the doorway.

My now legal guardian, and I briskly walked out of the hospital, silently, and he then lead us to his very posh  rented range rover.

I hopped into the passenger seat and buckled up my seatbelt.

We drove out of the hospital car park and then Mr Smith began speaking again.

"Right, now I cant really remember the exact directions to your house so could you direct me please?" he asked cheerily, trying to brighten the mood.

"Yeah, its a right here." I answered politely.

"Ok thanks. So do you have any friends that you need to say goodbye to?"

"Left here. Yes please. My best friend Katy. She only lives .... right here.... across the road so I can just pop in when we reach my house."

"Ok, when we reach your house, I can only really give you a maximum of 1 hour to get your things ready..."

"right here"

"and then we will have to drive to the airport. If you don't have enough time we can pick up some more things when we come back for the funeral."

"Ok that will be fine. I don't have that much stuff to pack anyway. Left here and then its house number 3.... Here we are."

I fished my spare house key out of my jeans pocket and then sprinted up the small paved driveway and unlocked the door and rushed in, desperate to collect my belongings together so that I had enough time to see Katy.

I heard a car horn and looked down the driveway and Mr Smith shouted from the car.

"I'm just going to get some more petrol. I should be back in about 20 minutes."

I nodded and then ran up the stairs, two at a time and barged into my fairly messy bedroom.

I found my parents, massive suitcase and basically chucked all my clothes from my chest of drawers into the suitcase and then did the same with my wardrobe.

As I said the suitcase was massive!

I went into my on-suite bathroom and collected all the things I would need toiletries wise and piled them into the suitcase which was almost overflowing.

I couldn't think of anything else which I desperately needed to pack so I sat hardly on top of my suitcase to squeeze it shut.

I then yanked my zip round the suitcase and used a luggage lock which was attached to the suitcase and zipped and locked it up fully.

I proceeded to haul my stupendously heavy suitcase down the stairs and then set it up outside the front door of the house.

Packing had only taken 15 minutes so it gave me sometime to say goodbye to Katy.

I shook myself and prepared myself for a very, very tearful goodbye.

So that was my second chapter! I hope you like it! Its longer than the last one, so I hope that's better!