How to fight the system

Chapter 3

The week went by slow and painfully. Brice has stitches in his leg  and Coral is doing well. Tonight should be our last night in the hospital. Then we will go off to our foster parents. I got to meet my foster parents today, Miss. Patty. She is pretty and nice. She is about 5'6 I would say she is around 26 years old with black hair and purple highlights. She brought me flowers today. She lives in an apartment on her own with 1 other foster child. She is a high school art teacher.I am so scared though I might never see my brothers again. I was fighting and yelling today at Mr. Stone that he can't separate us. The doctors heard me screaming and they came in to see me flip my tray of food on the floor. Doctor Wood came in and told Mr. Stone it was best if he left. The nurses came in and cleaned the mess off the floor. Doctor Wood told me to get some rest. I grabbed my phone and headphones and turned on Mercy by Shawn Mendes as I tried to go to sleep. I have been laying here for about a hour and I still can't go asleep. I'm worried. Brice is 7 years old. SEVEN!!!! How is he going to be okay without me or Coral. I started crying. I'm done. I got out of my bed,grabbed my clothes from the table, and walked in the hall. Now I have to remember where Coral and Brice are. I walked towards the elevator and hit the down button. They are on floor two. I'm on floor three. The doors open and I bump right into Doctor Wood. Great. He asked where I thought I was going and I said i'm leaving. He put his hand on my shoulder and guided me back to my room. "We're going to have a talk" said Mr. Wood. He sat down on the bed and motioned me to sit. I sat down next to him. "Listen you should tell me how you are feeling, I understand that-" I cut him off right there. "Listen you do not understand"I said "My parents are dead, I might never see my brothers again, and I am worried" And this is where I lost it. Doctor Wood said "Well it could be worst" Did he really just say that? "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"I screamed.  "I LOST MY PARENTS,MY PERFECT HAPPY FAMILY LIFE, MY FRIENDS, AND WORST OF ALL MY BROTHERS! YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE BUT IT SUCKS AND YOUR LITTLE COMMENT WAS RUDE AND SELFISH. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!" Then I started crying. I softly told him to get out because my throat hurts. That night I just couldn't sleep. We are leaving tomorrow. I might never get to see them again. Tomorrow our neighbors are coming to drop off some stuff we wanted. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was two in the morning. I grabbed the remote, turned off the TV and went to sleep. I dreamed of my mom and dad again. This time my mom was dressed in the prettiest white dress I ever seen. My dad in a white suit. They told me never give up. I tried to run to them but I couldn't move. I watched as they once again faded away.