Just A Girl Thing

Chapter 9

I'm finally out of that hideous mental office with that hideous mental counselor to go see my beautiful sister. They had no right to take me away from her. I stayed true to myselfs' promise and just sat there and stared directly at that women and didn't say a word. I could tell that Mrs. Childress became slightly uncomfortable at my intense staring but I could care less. She didn't last ten minutes before letting me free.

I'm not worried about getting lost in a hospital because I know how to read and if you know how to read, you will survive in a hospital. Well... you know if your not already dying. I make my way down the wing that a big lady behind a big desk instructed me too. It smells way too clean and there's hand sanitizer dispensers along the long, core door-like hallways.

I keep walking and reading the name tags next to each door until I come across "Elizabeth Parr". I open that door and look at Lizzy. She's banged up as bad as I am, though neither of us with broken bones...I think. I know I don't have broken bones but Lizzy never mentioned anything about them. Bruises and scraps are visible and a IV is dug into her forearm. Wait, why would she need an IV? She looks completely fine from the outside. I sit on the foot of the bed criss-cross and talk to her. I tell her that I'm here and that I love her. I tell her that I never got to say goodbye to any of my friends or say sorry to Jenna... I talk about anything and everything. I tell her how sad I am. How my chest aches all the time and about my new counselor that I despise and will never talk to. Ever. Lizzy has always been here when I need her and it's always easy it is to talk to her. Most importantly, a wonderful friend. I tell her all of this and just ramble on until her doctor comes in.

" Why does my sister have an IV drip in her forearm?" were the first words out of my mouth when I saw him.

" She had gotten a slight concussion and you two were very lucky to make it to your past home before we found you and she will wake soon. As for your parents, where are they? Do you know?" He asked me.

" My parents are dead." Is all I say. I tell my tears to get back because 1) I've spent enough time crying and mourning and 2) I will not cry in front of a stranger, mostly because if I see him ever again, it will make for awkward times.

" Oh, I apologize Mrs. Parr. We will have to get you to foster home as soon as possibly I see. Your sister will be fine and again, should wake up any minute. I'm going to go see what I can do for you two and a new family."

" I don't want a new family. I want Lizzy." I say through my teeth. These freakin doctors are so stupid! Life isn't about 'oh, your parents died? Let me just put you into this other family that you will hate forever!' How could he just say that to me?

"Now Mrs. Parr, think of this as a new beginning!" He smiles and leaves. He thinks he's doing something good for me! Hah! I'm not staying here and neither is Lizzy.

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"Lizzy! Lizzy, you need to wake up. Now." I shake her shoulders. She needs to wake up soon before the doctor comes back to take us away.

"Wha? What?" Liz says foggily.

"Come on, time to go!" I tell her. I'm sitting back on my heels over her legs on the small bed.

"Really?" She questions.

"Yes! Now let's go. We have to hurry before the doctor comes back to take us away to foster care!"

"Wait, that doesn't make sense... we need a place to live. We can't be on the streets."

" I know... how about we find a foster home that we actually like instead?" I want to reach a sort of compromise here because everyone knows when someone else picks a 'caring, loving home to grow and learn in' you don't get a happy life.

" Fine. Let's go. But we have to find a home by tomorrow. I got three more years on me, then I'll be eighteen and we'll be free." Lizzy complies.

" Yay! Now, we gotta get out of here."

I help Lizzy up and into the bathroom to get dressed. That was the easy part, the bad part was getting that IV out from its imbedding in Liz's skin. First, we tried to gently pull the needle out. That didn't work without Lizzy holding her mouth to not scream. So, she suggested to pull it out quickly like a band-aid. We did so and Liz had a pillow in her face to muffle any noises. Once we were both presentable, we didn't sneak out of the hospital like a spy, we just walked out like nothing happened. Yeah, nothing happened. Neither of us have dead parents. Neither of us watched our friends die right before us. Neither of us are homeless. Neither of us are completely unsure of where we stand in life.