When We Met at Marco's

Prologue

Wednesday,
October 23rd,
1996

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Panic swirled madly around the room, bouncing off the dull white walls and ceiling. I could see nothing. But I could tell that there was chaos. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut as the hot gaze from the lights above me practically burned my eyelids. My soft new skin was too sensitive for it.

I couldn't see her, but her voice echoed pain. She was heavily panting, trying to whisper pleads. "My baby, where's my baby? Is she ok? She needs me, I need her!" She cried desperately. A deeper, manly voice entered the scene. "Darling, calm down. Our baby is fine. You just worry about you right now, ok?" His tone of voice wasn't far as sure as his words.

No one had said anything, but I had a feeling I was the centre of the problem.

Soon, I sighed gratefully as someone blocked me from the lights. But too soon, I felt a wave of uneasiness as I was swept gently into the air by this someone. I don't know who else was in the room, but I felt so attached to them. Like I'd known them forever. Like I'm part of them. I didn't like this sudden movement or this act of taking me away, like a magnet losing its connection with another. Our bond was unknown, yet it was already so strong.

The only thing I could do to try to get the someone to let me stay in the room was cry. I searched through my mind, trying to find another way of communicating my dislike of the situation, but crying was my only option for my brain was barely developed yet. I began to cry loudly and repetitively, hoping the someone would get the gist and put me back down in the room. However, the connection became weaker and weaker and my cries became fiercer and fiercer as we left. Then, a quiet voice rang in my ears, "it's ok, sshhh, I've got you. You're going to be ok. I promised you're mommy you're going to be okay if it's the last thing I do." She sounded like a nurse or something. I appreciated her attempt to calm me down, but I guess in the last hour or two, I became special.

Not the good special.

So I refused her kind words and continued my crying. She sighed frustratedly, but she seemed like she'd been in this situation many times before. I bounced slightly in her arms as we past too many bright lights for my liking.

Soon enough, my skin was lightly being burnt from the lights again as I was laid carefully against a smooth cotton fabric. I still didn't like my surroundings so I continued to cry and beg and plead, just like she had done, for her baby.
It got me nowhere.
Just like her pleading to hold her precious bundle of joy.

In a matter of seconds, there were too many voices around me for me to pick up at once. I was being touched ever so gently but I still felt uncomfortable. Who were these someones? All I wanted was her. And I'm presuming the manly voice earlier, him. Suddenly, the lights no longer burned as I went into a dark sleep.

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I woke to the feeling of being wrapped in someone's embrace, someone's arms. They weren't like the nurse persons arms. They were welcoming and relaxing and I sank into them. Then it hit me. It was her arms.

I felt someone's smooth hard hands caress the top of my practically hairless head, brushing away the previous worry and doubt. Then it hit me. It was his hands.

They warmly cradled me together, taking it in turns and whispering things to me. Only for their baby girl.

After some time, I heard the deep manly voice speak quietly again. "Come meet your baby sister, George," I felt some smaller, colder hands rest on my stomach through the cotton cloth I was wrapped in. "I love you," George mumbled in his cute 3 year old voice, completely dazed.

Then her hands stroked my back and I could tell she was smiling as her heart skipped a little. "We love you" She said, angelically. But through her beautiful words, pain and heartbreak was still present. George was none the wiser but they knew.

Him and her knew.

Mum and Dad knew: that I was different.

And not the good kind...

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Hey guys, so the beginning is a little weird because it's from baby Ella's point of view but this is just so you get a little backstory😉