I stared at my blurry and faded reflection in the window. My brown hair was a little longer then my shoulder cut crookedly and tangled in knots and my tan skin had light smudges of dirt mixed with tears. She saved me. I watched the raindrops roll down the window, the cold hard chair not making the pain any better. The gloomy weather reflected my mood perfectly as I took in my surroundings getting lost in my thoughts. My messenger bag with its washed out blue color hung carelessly on the back of the chair holding my only possessions. The air around me smelled like medicine, disinfectant and with the most overpowering smell of death, making me wonder how people could work here. My past seemed important at this moment as one part of it was going to be gone forever. So my head played the images of the last sixteen years. My dad abandoning me when I was born, causing me to be bullied in school and my mom leaving when I turned seven didn’t help at all. She left me in foster homes that didn’t care if I was even alive, just the money they were getting from having me inside their homes, it would have been fine if I was even allowed inside them. I spent my childhood looking for my parents hoping I would run into them on the street until I just gave up. I didn’t even know if my mom was alive, until now.
“Dezeray, “My name snapped me out of my thoughts as I heard my mom’s voice, the sound reminding me of when I was little.
Her week body lay on the clean pure white hospital bed, her breaths shallow and uneven making me wonder how long she would survive with the bullet wound in her gut. IVs stuck in her arms and the heart monitor slowly beeping. She claimed she was looking for me for a year and only found me right before she jumped in front of me as a bullet came flying out of know where. Her brown hair hung around her head as she lay there staring up at me her brown eyes reminding me of mine. Her hand slowly reached out silently asking for me to give her my hand. As I laid my hand in hers, the rough skin lightly scratching the back of my hand as she put something in my palm and closed my fingers around it, not giving me a chance to see what it was. It felt cold, hard and square; it was thin and felt like some sort of ID or Credit Card.
The sound of the beeping stopped and my mom’s eyes slowly closed, the first time I see her in nine years and its right before her death. A guy walks in about my mom’s age his blue eyes filled with sorrow and his blonde hair sticking up on one side and his clothes wrinkled as if he just woke up. He slowly walked over to the bed, limping slightly on his right leg and oblivious to the doctors running around my mom. I stared at the woman, my mother lying on the bed as I tried to imagine myself in her place, I couldn’t but it would have been me if she didn’t push me out of the way letting it hit her instead. I couldn’t cry, it just didn’t work I was just kind of numb.
“Come on, let’s go their probably wondering where we are,” I looked up startled to see the blonde guy in front of me telling me to follow him. I slowly stood up and followed him down the white hallways and to the entrance of the hospital. “Come on get in. I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said as he opened the car door motioning for me to get in.
I crossed my arms, “I am not getting in the car with a stranger.”
A faint smile crossed his face as he stuck out a hand, “I am Owen your mom’s partner and your Brielle.” I hesitantly reached out and shook his hand, “See we are not strangers anymore.”
I wanted to say something back but I decided against it and got in the car. The inside was leather and looked expensive with all kinds of switches and buttons. We drove in silence for about ten minutes before we turned onto a dirt road causing me to nearly fly out of my seat. We drove for another ten minutes till I couldn’t see the city behind me. We drove through a gate where he scanned a card and the gate opened and let us through here the trees were really close together barely giving us a way in. we passed through two more gates like that both five minutes apart until we got to one where the trees stopped completely. Here Owen punched in some kind of code making the gate open we drove carefully on a small bridge with water on both sides until we got to another gate this time there was a booth like thing with a man sitting inside as soon as he saw Owen he pressed a button making the gate open here I saw people in black running and climbing things soaked to the bone from the rain. We didn’t drive much to get to the next gate and this time he had to swipe his card and we were let through to a parking lot.
