1 breath away

Welcome

(Miss.Carter's P.O.V)

As we walked through the big doors, i could hardly breath. was i sending my daughter To a palace? well, this place sure looked like it, the floor was oak and looked quite polished and i mean, i could do my make up looking into the floor. long red and gold drapes hung amount the wall. they were drawn back into little knots allowing the dark grey pool into the room. the windows stood from the ground to the roof. in front i me was a large "U" shaped desk with a young woman standing there.

"Can I help you?"

I hardly realized she was talking to me i was to busy taking this place in. it was not until Anne pinched me and pointed to the lady.

"Oh sorry, ya we have a patient we would like to drop off"

"Umm. this is no hospital this is a sanctuary a place for kids to regain there strength after a horrible accident"

Her "R"'s were slurred and her words spilled out with a heavy accent.

" Right sorry my mistake. Well, my daughter has a spot reserved in this school for the brain damaged, she is new and we were wondering if i could set her into her room and talk in private . but we don't know where her room is so we came to ask"

Se looked at me with soft green eyes and smiled a polite smile.

"Of course i will need name, picture and address"

She turned around and grabbed a peice of paper and a pen.

"Name please"

I waited for her to pass me the peice of paper but he just looked at me. finally i realized that i was supposed to tell her the information.

"My name is Anne-Marie carter"

I looked down and saw Anne looking over the counter. i guess she was pretty annoyed about my lack of understanding. the sound of pen scribbling was far in the back ground i was to busy looking for dr. Smitz since Anne has this couvered.

"Middle name, sweety"

I snap my head in there direction. middle name what kind of place asks for a middle name?

"Excuse me do you really need that?"

I ask puzzled

"Well its part its a part of privacy the more i know the safer your daughter is"

Her thick accent coated her words so much thats i had to strive to listen to her.

"Anne-Marie Arron carter is my full name. and that Arron with Two r's"

How can Anne understand this girl.

"Thanks sweety. now where do you

Live?"

" Nove, philidalphia"

The lady scratched the words into the paper.

"Street?"

"3045 Larson street"

"Awesome thanks pumpkin, now please some on back so i can take your picture"

"Picture! my daughter is not gettin a photo taken against her will"

I grab the handle bars of her wheelchair.

"MOM! Its no against my will, i want to help myself instead of rotting in front of the tv. just please let me go. i am not a baby"

Her words stung. was i being to harsh? no i can't be she is my baby and some crazy accent lady was taking her away from me? I was about to break into tears. my daughter is going to leave me. A hand fell on my shoulder and spun me around. Dr.Smitz stood there he smiled and said

"I found the bathrooms"

I can't help but laugh. he pulls me into his arms and i cry a tear or two.

"Don't stress she will be absolutely fine"

Somehow his words cheer me up. And Anne comes rolling around the corner.

"I will call Mr.june he will show you your room"

I try to glance at Anne but she is refusing to meet my gaze. maybe this will be harder for me then her.

I look straight ahead, i mean in between the big window room and Mexican lady and see huge stairs. the ones in movies were you usually see a women in her wedding dress walk down all slowly and an orchestra plays in the back ground.

But to my surprise it was not like that. not even close. instead an elderly man who looked 75ish walked down instead he held a cane and had round glasses sitting at the tip of his nose. he was wearing all black and a gold tie that matched the drapes that hung on the window behind him.

"Hello family"

I was already confused. all he said was two words and suddenly i think i am in the wrong place.

"Umm i don't know you"

"I know. and i don't know you. but I know why you are here."

I think every one does its a brain damaged school.it's for the people who have brain damage. oh no silly me its for 'how to use chop sticks'

"Hi i am Anne-Marie"

He smiles and shakes her hand.

"Hello sister. in this place we are all familly. we all work together to make this a better place. if i was mean this would not be a home to you, but I am nice because if i was mean i would not work here. actually i own this place it was my great grandfathers idea and my dad found it in his will and when he died u took over. now what can i do for you sister?"

I laughed.

"You guys are all crazy. i need to take your picture. hi family. whats next a clown"

This man looks at me with anger and hatred.

"Yes miss we have clowns i am speaking to one"

I am glad that my hands are occupied with holding Anne's wheelchair because i might have hit him.

"I am Mr. June and i will take Anne for. Here"

He tries to take Anne but same as Mexican lady i yank her back.

"She is fine thank you"

To my surprise Anne turns around.

"Mom whats wrong with you. i am doing this for you. i want to do this it will be good for me. ya i know you are upset because i am the last thing you have of dad. but don't be a jerk. this is my home and my family. you were in my family too but now you just seem to only want whats best for you. let Mr.june wheel me away from you now. so i suggest you let go"

I let. not because of her Dammand but her whole speech. thats twice in ten minutes that i have upset my baby.

Something tells me she will forget to write.

I hope you guys like it and a vote or something would be nice. COMMENT PLEASE. And shout out to my auto correct.

-taylor