The Box for Me

Chapter 2

Long lost sister? What the heck? I've heard of her, but she went to college. She wasn't taken or anything. I never really thought about her because the last time I seen her was when I was 6. 8 years ago! My mom is dead and I know that. I want to meet my sister, now I mean. I want to see her, 8 years later. My heart became heavy as we rode along. I want my sister, I can't believe she didn't actually go to college! Why would she have left somewhere where she knew she would get hurt for me? I saw pictures of me as a baby, which I never saw before. I was adorable. We finally arrived at the hospital, my gurney was wheeled out into a little room with a t.v. My aunt was wheeled in right after me, she was asleep. The doctors and nurses were saying, more like shouting medical terms I had no clue what they meant.

I saw her face, she had barely any pale skin left. It was all a sickening red. The heart monitor made barely any beeps. If they didn't make her heart go faster she would go flat lined! "Fix her! She's going to die!" I shout helpless because no one is listening anyway.

"Excuse me miss" a nurse smiles "How old is your aunt over there?"

"76, she was born April 28th, a long time ago." I stated professionally.

"Oh my!" she shouts running back over to the mob of doctors. "She's a lot older then what she looks! She's 76! She took in to much monoxide poisoning! The burns just make it worse!"

My friends trail into the room holding teddy bears and chocolate, when they see me crying from being worried they all drop there gifts and run to my side with a  series of questions. "Whats wrong?" "Every thing will be okay!" "Are you hurt!" I shook my head widely at every question.

"Just leave me alone" I snapped at the squealing girls. They nodded and walked out of the room.

'Beeeeeeeppppp' I turned my head, seeing my aunts last breath taken before she flat lined. The sound of the monitor echoing through my head. Doctors stopped and bowed there heads.

"Time of death, "11:35 pm, on Feburary 1st 2015" The doctors slowly started to float away from the scene, I laid there mouth wide open and eyes wide open. This couldn't be happening, I started to shout.

"No! She's still alive! Why are you giving up! She is still-" I threw my head into the pillow, choking on my sobs. I screamed into the pillow, my tears staining the white fabric. "She's alive! She is! She cant die! Save her" I shouted into the pillow, a hand gently petted my hair. I look up to see a man who resembles me. He has blond hair and brown eyes, mine are blue though.

"Sh, everythings okay sweetie. Remember me?" He said grinning from ear to ear.

"No" I shake my head and he starts to chuckle.

"I'm your dad, I haven't seen you since you were I in the hospital." he laughed harder. Was this man serious? Is he my dad? Wait, hospital? My sister was at the hospital!

"You know my sister then, Lilly? Lilly Peter?" I flew questions out of my mouth faster then a jet.

"Oh, yes. Your sister, I remember her." He smirked. "She was very nice."

"What do you mean by 'was'?" I puzzled.

"Everyone has there secrets." he got up and started to walk out.

"I don't believe your my dad!" I screamed at the creepy man, walking away. Leaving me and my aunt alone.

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I woke up and rubbed my eyes.  I looked around at the lilac purple room I was in. Flowers were pasted on my wall. On the other side, my roomates wall was covered in black posters. Her name was Bethany and she wore all black. She wasn't that bad though, she was really nice once you get to know her. I've been in this foster home for 2 weeks now, my aunt's funeral was devastating and i'm still really depressed. Some how though, I knew with my luck she was going to die. Nothing nice stays long, I learned that from my dad.

I learned he is my real dad, we did blood test and stuff. His name is Jack Manderson. He wanted custody of me but the foster people say he is not 'mentally fit' to raise a child. I was very happy. He is over obsessed with my sister, he says I look just like her when I don't. She had brown hair and brown eyes, not me. Blonde hair and blue eyes. We had the same mom, but our dads were different. She still loved me like her full sister, that's what dad says. He has never told me why she 'was' nice.

I know she isn't dead, she cant be. I'm going to find her, as soon as my ankle heals. Oh, by the way, I hate trapolines and tarps and firemen. I cant walk without stupid crutches that hurt my arms. This place also had 5 sets of stairs, yippee. I fell down the stairs about 50 billion times already, annoying as it is.

They are looking for any relatives who are fit to take care of me. When they find out I don't have any my dad will go through a test to see if he is okay to take care of me. I really get an off feeling about my dad, why has he just now decided to show up and want me? I slowly take deep breaths, so much stress. I hate this. After the fire the only thing left that wasn't burned was that box. My aunt even left me Am I really that horrible?

Tears threaten to escape from under my eye lids, I blink really fast. A trick I learned that stopped them from falling, most of the time. Why me? Why did I have to go threw this? A knock on the door makes me jump and fall of the bed.

"What?" I groan.

"We have very exciting news, dear!" Calls Mrs.D. She runs the whole foster home for kids who arnt orphans and aren't getting adopted. Its basically a place where you wait for relatives to come get you or learn that you are an orphan and get transported to a foster home. This place is like a semi-home from semi-orphan kids. Charming right?

"What is it?" I slowly and groggily get up and walk to the door.

"you'll see!" she is way to happy for my liking. Maybe if I slap her that smile will go away, I smirk.

When we arrive in her office my dad is sitting in a chair along with my social worker. My dad is smiling ear to ear, something normal with him. I'm frown, um, chin to chin? Something very normal...