Questioning Fate

Chapter 4: As Realization Takes Its Toll

Of course, those two weeks never came.
We waited and waited.
Time passed.
Our lives went on, and theirs with it.
We never would go back, never would grow up with our own flesh and blood.
And yes, it hurt.
I remember being mad, sad, full of questions.
There was just this mix of emotions.
And they still linger there all these years afterward.
It could be because they chose their own lives over us, or simply because they caused so much destruction in our lives.
There are plenty of reasons that I had these mixed feelings, but I think it was mainly that they robbed me of my childhood.
They took away the feeling of growing up, the innocent times, and the family I could've had.
It angers me, especially, to know that I never got a say in my future.
My choice was taken out from under my feet, leaving me with nothing but whatever pieces were left of my life.

Eventually, we were asked if we wanted to be adopted. Our soon-to-be Mom, realized that Crystal would never "take her medication" and we were, no doubt about it, never going back.
Our hope was to go back, to be able to live with our 'family.'
We didn't realize how bad our life had been. We were young, fearless, and that's all we ever knew in life.

But, to get to the point, our answer was yes.
We knew our life would be good.
We knew we'd be well taken care of.
So we really had no reason to disagree.
It was a new life, a new adventure, and that was all we looked forward too.
But what we didn't know, would later kill us.
Well, at least, it killed me.