I wake up in a state of panic. i try to regain my composure as I breath in and out repeatedly. my body is covered in sweat so the bed sheets cling to me as if they where hugging me.
Another nightmare. This is the fourth since i got out of foster care and came to live with Dakota. its always the same; a memory that i carry deep inside soul. I shake my head and let a deep breath out. Then I realize I have a few minutes until work and take a quick shower before descending the stairs to meet Dakota in the kitchen.
His back is turned to me as he warms up his food in the microwave.
"Hey"
He jumps startled "You scared me bro, don't sneak up on me like that"
I chuckle a little and give him a whatever look as I sit in one of the two chairs. He passes me the yellow cup I've grown quite accustomed to and he drinks from the red one. the only two cups in the small apartment we share.
Dakota and me had been friends since the first day we meet in foster care. we where still stupid boys that liked to pick on girls back then but as the years passed we became smarter. One night past 9 when were supposed to be sleeping we made a pact, he would get out of foster care a year before me due to the fact that i was younger. Then he would get a job and get a small yet humble apartment and then I would follow.
Its been 3 weeks and 2 days since I left Foster care. Ever since I got out I've dedicated my time to my job and finding my sister. Dakota was nice enough to talk to his boss about giving me a position as a sales retail at Walmart. The time Im not a work I look for my sister, whether its on social media or placer where teeneers normally hang like the mall, movies or coffe shops. I keep looking for those green bright eyes
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One Step Closer
Short StoryIt stared when I was 10. I had 10 years of pure happiness, 10 years of scraped knees and hide and seek, 10 years of Disney movies and bubble baths... that was intill I was separated from my family. It wasn't an alien invasion or a zombie apocalypse...
