New Life - Adopted by skydoesminecraft (old)

Planes and Pickups

ΔadamΔ

"Well, that was ANOTHER epic jump maps with Deadlox. Be sure to slap that like button and subscribe, and I will see you later recruits. Say goodbye, Ty!"

"BYYE!"

I grinned as I stopped the recording. "Whew, online parkour sure tires a man."

Ty's chuckle enters my ears. "Suuure Adam, clicking a mouse is sure tiring."

I roll my eyes. He's such a little shit. "Same time tomorrow?"

He confirms, and leaves the call. I sit at my desktop, doing random things and decide to check twitter. No harm in that, right?

Right away, I noticed a huge amount of notifications. I mean, I'm pretty popular, but it was a number that didn't pop up a lot: 90. Therefore, something happened. I tapped the little button and saw many of them mentioned a user called ThaEnderBee. I decided to check her/him out.

I wasn't disappointed. She didn't post much, there was weeks in between each post, and her icon and banner had this black, purple, and grey theme going on. It seemed pretty cool, and looked like she made it herself too. I read her information: her name was Christina, and she was planning to run a YouTube when she got the equipment. Pretty nice.

I wondered what was so special about her. It was kind of weird that everybody would link me to one specific girl, much less one across the country from me (It said she lived in GA) . I scrolled through the notifications again, and found my answer in a online news article.

The title read 'Girl Finds Voice a Month After Tragic Family Death'.

Family death? I could feel my face drain of color; she was an orphan? And inferring from the title, mute for a month? I instinctively clicked the link and waited as the page loaded, showing a picture of the hospital she was staying at. I skimmed the article to just get the bare bones of the whole thing, since paragraphs aren't my forte. There was one that stood out to me though.

'He shows me that everything gets better.' Christina, who was mute until yesterday, tells The Elm Star. 'I was so ready to stop breathing after I  found out, and if it wasn't for him...I can honestly sayt hat I would be with my family in heaven. Sad, but it's true. Adam is certainly the most wonderful person ever.'

I...I saved somebody's life? I mean, it was indirectly, but still. My chest swelled with happiness and pride. Happiness, that my content had the power to bring a person to speak again, and pride for the girl; She was the bravest person I've ever read about.

I glanced at the date this was published: Nearly two months ago. This was relatively new. I wondered why I hadn't seen it yet. The internet is weird, I guess.

I really wanted to talk to her. She seemed like a great person, and maybe I could help her achieve her dream, and maybe I could thank her for going to me instead of giving up. I pulled up her twitter again, and send her a message. To my surprise, she answered quickly. And so, we chatted for a bit, and I finally found out how I could simultaneously thank her and vice versa.

I could fly her to Washington. A smile lights up my face; I'm definitely gonna do that. And thankfully, she agreed.

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You would think that maybe I would have tweeted about Adam noticing me, but no. I don't tweet my personal business. It stays personal. Besides, that would mean an influx of followers that would probably just follow me because Adam wanted to see me. If I could see him, then maybe, if they became friends with me, they could get to see him, too. This might be untrue, since I haven't been on the internet long. It's how me and my siblings used to act though. More my siblings, really.

I started to pack the minute Adam and I stopped talking, which was an hour after he asked me to come to Washington. Ironing out details about the flight, and if I had anything he needed to know about. Besides me having anxiety issues, I told him I was fine. I could usually deal with it on my own, and it wasn't that bad when I did.

He caught the closest flight possible, which was tomorrow at 12 pm, his time. That meant he wouldn't arrive til late at night here. I told him that was fine, that there was hotels around if he needed to stay the night. He also bought tickets for him and I to return to Washington, which was set to leave two days from now. My first time on a plane! I couldn't believe it.

So, as I had about a day til he got here, I decided to make myself busy. Researching Washington, seeing what the usual weather was. Looks like a lot of rain and cold, which was fine, I packed more jumpers than jeans because I loved them. This was how Dr. Martinez found me, sprawled out on my bed and scrolling through the Wikipedia page for Washington.

"Hey Christina, I see you're doing great?"

I nodded happily, looking away from my laptop. "I'm just really excited." What person that was going to meet their idol in a day wasn't?

She smiled at me. "Great. I've come to talk to you about what will happen when you come back from Washington. It's about where you'll be staying."

This perked my interest, so I set my laptop aside. "What about it?"

"You've made a full recovery since two months ago, and I feel like you're ready to get into an orphanage now, maybe get adopted. You can't stay here forever, though I'm sure most of the people here wouldn't mind."

My face fell. I've felt so accustomed to my little slice of life here, the nice nurses, the people swinging by to say hi to me. "I don't want to go. I love it here."

"Christina, this is a hospital, not a hotel. You've stayed long enough, your weight is normal, you're talking again. I can truthfully say you need to move on and find a family of your own."

"My family died in a car crash, and you expect me to completely let go of them and find replacements?" The words ripped through my throat, and my eyes stung. It still hurt to talk about them.

She sighed. "I do expect you to. You can't hold on to your old family forever. Sure, you'll get a new one, but they will always be with you."

"'Old'?! They've suddenly become old news? I'm supposed to blatantly disregard the fact that they died three months ago and go on with my life? They were my everything! And most importantly, they're gone now! I miss them everyday, and it doesn't get any better with time! I can still see my Mother's face every time I blink, feel my Father hugging me as I  sleep, hear my brothers' laughing as I dream, and I'm supposed to move on?!"

"Christina, quiet down. There are sleeping patients." As I ranted, my voice had risen. I've never felt so angry and betrayed in my life...

But she made an excellent point. I would have to move on from them someday. I couldn't just linger on their memories. I should live my life as they would have wanted. And it hurt to think about, knowing one day I'll wake up and no longer feel their presence in my life. So as I opened my mouth to say something, I shut it tightly. She could tell that I was finally coming to grips with what she said.

"You should sleep, Christina. It's late. Goodnight." She hugged me tightly and left, the room feeling empty without her here. I'm pretty sure this was the first time since my family's death that I actually craved company. Alas, nobody to talk to...

The laptop beckoned me to it, so I pulled it on my lap and went to Twitter, deciding to drown my sorrows in my never ending twitter feed. Funnily enough, Adam released a new video. Something to get my mind off everything.

As I listened to him scream about squids and butter, I somehow fell asleep. My dreams were yellow and blue, colors merging to make a meaningless blob of a hallucination.

And for some unknown reason, I felt safer than I'd been in months.