Uniform

Heart Breaking News

It's been an hour since I got to the hospital and I still haven't heard anything about my parents' condition. I don't know if they are okay or if they are getting worse. Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder and I look up to see Steven. I take my headphones out.

"How are they? Are they okay?"

Steven looks down at me with a sad sympathetic look, then he opens his mouth to speak.

"I'm sorry, but your parents didn't make it."

After those words came out of his mouth I felt like my whole world had just been destroyed. I started to sob and I could feel myself starting to have an anxiety attack. I started to hyperventilate, and I started thrashing violently. I had fallen out of my chair and onto the ground whilst the thrashing, so Steven had picked me up and I was put on a gurney, they started to strap me down and I thrashed more. When they had finally completely strapped me down I was already in a room. I kept struggling against the straps, and after about ten minutes I gave up. I'm not gonna get out no matter how hard I try. The nurses had all left by now so I just lay there and cried. I cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up from my slumber I looked out the window and saw it was night, I also wasn't strapped down anymore. I slowly started to sit up, all I wanted to do was go home. I know that the people in the hospital won't let me go home, since they know my parents are dead they probably called Child Services so they can take me to an orphanage. I have to sneak out of this hospital, I don't want to be taken to an orphanage and get lost in the system because I'm too old for most soon-to-be parents to adopt.

I was still in my regular clothes so it can't be that hard to sneak out. If any staff sees me they'll just assume I was here to visit someone. I reached into my pockets for my phone but it wasn't in any of them. I must've dropped it when I had my anxiety attack. I then looked over to a little side table and there was my phone with my headphones as well. Steven probably picked it up for me. I plugged my headphones into my phone and shoved my phone into my jeans pocket.

I pressed shuffle and the first song that came on was 'Thnks Fr Th Mmrs' by Fall Out Boy. I jumped down from the gurney. God, I feel so short. I walked out the door and into the corridor I didn't see anyone in the corridor. I walked as fast as I could to the lobby, when I got to the lobby I bolted out the door and began my long walk home. It was dark outside and I didn't see anyone on the sidewalk. I pulled out my phone and checked the time it read 10:46 PM. I slept for 3 hours, it'll probably be the most sleep I get this week.

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I locked the door and set my keys down on the counter like my usual routine, I kicked my shoes off. I don't feel like crying anymore I just feel numbness. I walked into my parents' room and turned on the lights. It was clean like it always is, freshly made bed and everything in place as it should be. I want to leave the room like this but I know I can't, I need to search. I need to know if they have a will. I walked over to the closet and saw a box on the top shelf, I tried to reach for it it was no use I'm too short. I sighed and walked into my room I grabbed the stool I always use to reach my top shelf and dragged it into my parents' bedroom. I put the stool in position and now I could see everything on the top shelf, I grabbed the box I saw earlier and threw it on the bed, I saw 2 other boxes and I threw them onto the bed as well. I stepped down and sat on the bed and opened the first box there was a big photo album that I had never seen before. I opened it and I saw a picture of a baby, it was a really old picture I turned the page and there was writing on the back of the baby picture it read: Vivian 2 weeks older 1964. I closed the album immediately, I don't wanna go through old family pictures not right now at least I'll start to cry again and I need to focus on finding a will. I put the photo album back into the box and pushed it aside.

I grabbed the second box and saw some old school work. I took everything out of the box. My parents had kept every little test or project I had shown them I did well on as a kid. I saw a Valentine's Day card I made for them I didn't have to open it because I remember exactly what I put: Your the best parents in the world I love you, Mommy and Daddy!!!! I shed a single tear and put all the papers back into the box and pushed it aside. I grabbed the third and final box. I opened it and saw a bunch of paperwork. I grabbed all the papers and looked through them. I found my birth certificate and my Mom's and Dad's. I also found other medical records, I found their marriage license too. Then I stumbled upon a contract of some sort. Is this it? Is this what I've been looking for? I saw both my parents' names in bold print at the top.

I then started to read the document, this was it. The first sentence said: If we Vivian and Christofer Allen were to die the guardians for our daughter Sage Allen would be Aaron and Bailey O'Connor. Who the hell is Aaron and Bailey O'Connor?