My Lover, My Guardian (lesbian stories)

Chapter 20: Forgotten

I finally had the courage to open the box a few days ago. It was not so bad at all.

The first box consists of music sheets, lots, and lots of music sheets. They were compiled into a leather book bind. They are Sam's and some are mine. I know some are mine because I always doodled on them and it was hilarious. I decided to keep one of the smaller and latest music sheet collections. I want to practice them later.

The second one though was a file of my drawings from when I was little. It warm my heart to find my old drawing of me, Sam and Sarah, even if it was just made from crayons, it was actually nice. No, I'm not biased. Beth said the same too. It was stacked based on the date that it was created. And underneath were our family photo albums. There were lots of photos of Sam when he was still young, and Beth commented how we look alike. I admit, he was like a male version of me.

Walking in those memory lanes felt refreshing, so humanizing. I just found myself laughing, crying, or a bit of both.

There was a picture of me cradled by my brother. It was a stolen shot, I know it is because Sam is only wearing boxer shorts. No one really can fill me in about my relationship with my brother when I was still a newborn, because my parents were already gone by the time my memory became clear.

Only the memory of Sarah in her yellow dress remained because she's like a fairy tale to me. It's like seeing Santa Claus and believing that he's true until you're old enough not to believe. It's safe to say that I have no memory of my parents because, for me, it was always Sam and Sarah all along.

The same picture of a baby me by a teenage boy beside my crib makes me really cry and laugh at the same time. It was picture-perfect. A perfect photo of love between a brother to his sister.

I have no regret whatsoever because I know I showed him, love, when he was still alive, the best that I know how to.

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I tossed everything away and jump to her side. I kneeled beside her and cradled her head. I touched the side of her neck to feel her pulse while moving my ear just above her nose to hear her breathing. She's still breathing, her pulse is fast.

I place my arms on the back of her neck and at the back of her knees and lift her up.

"Sarah! Help!" I yelled.

The door burst open and the two girls came in. When they scanned the room both their eyes went wide when they found Georgina in my arms.

"What happen?!"

"Beth, take those keys" I nodded the keys in the bed. "and start the car." She nodded and did what I tell her. "Sarah, please call Lexi, use my phone." I turn for her to know that my phone is in my back pocket. "Tell them to meet us in St. Jude Hospital."

"Okay."

I started walking downstairs.

"What happens?" I heard Daniella ask worriedly when she saw us going downstairs.

"I don't know, she just collapsed. We're going to St Jude hospital, you can come if you want." I answered almost breathlessly.

Daniella followed me and open the backseat door. I carefully slid myself inside, with Georgina in my lap.

I can feel myself trembling but I know I have to calm down. I held the unconscious girl in my lap, brushed her hair, and kiss her forehead. She's becoming paler every minute.

Sarah came and sat in the passenger seat.

"Beth, St. Jude." That's all that I can say. She nodded and reversed the car out of the driveway.