"Her case is to the point of being severe, I'm afraid." Those are the first words I here when I wake up. The voice is unfamiliar, and slightly nasal.
"What do you mean? How?" That voice is definitely Carol's, sounding panicked. What's new though.
"It's become severe due to the fact that she got put in a hospital from someone touching her. That's what has made it severe, ma'am." Oh, so that's where I am. I don't really remember anything after the fall. I don't even know how long it's been.
"We've found a doctor for her. Please, give us time. She will get better." I hardly catch the last words, they're a faint whisper. But, inside, I get a panic-y feeling. They want to take me away from Carol.
"Ma'am. She hasn't gotten better. A social service worker will come talk to the both of you about it. I'm sorry." With that, I hear the doctor make his exit.
They want me to leave.
I hear Carol start to cry, and I can't take it. I feel the tears start rolling down my cheeks, the feeling of pure dread beating against my ribs.
They can't.
A sob escapes my lips, and I hear Carol quiet down.
"Ca-Cam, honey, are you awake?" I open my eyes, and look at her. Her eyes are puffy from crying, her hair a hot mess, her dress from Thanksgiving still on. I nod, and she breaks down again. Feeling my own tears roll down my face, I absently wipe them away.
"How much did you hear, baby girl?" She gets up, and sits at the edge of my bed. For once, I don't mind. I'll do anything to stay with this family. To stay here. Grabbing the notepad she hands me, I write down, Everything.
"Honey, I won't let them take you from me. Just, try and get better. I know it'll be hard, but please. Please." There's a knock on the door, that cuts off our conversation.
"C-Come in." Carol coughs, wiping her eyes. I also take a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts.
The door seems to open in super slow motion, both Carol and I tensed up, expecting the worse.
The door is opening.
Opening.
Opening.
Soon we can see whom is behind it. We both breathe a sigh of relief when we realize it's just Bex.
"Oh, hi Bex." Carol jumps up, and goes to hug her other foster daughter. Bex looks surprised, but hugs Carol back all the same. I flash her a thumbs up behind Carol's back, and she sticks her tongue out teasingly.
"Hey to you too, what's going on?" Carol releases her after a couple more seconds, and that's when she notices to puffy eyes. "Why have you been crying?"
"You may need to sit down for this, Rebecca." She guides Bex to an empty chair, before dropping the bomb.
"They want to take Camber away from us. They think we aren't helping her." She doesn't beat around the bush, and I'm sort of thankful for that for Rebecca's sake. I watch her face, as it goes from irritated to shock, to sadness, and finally, lands on anger.
"What?! They can't do that! I won't fucking let them!" Bex yells, standing up. She starts to pace, while Carol stands there, slightly stunned.
"Young lady, what did you just say?" Bex realize what she's done, and gets a deer in the headlights look.
"Um, nothing...I'm sorry!" Carol is about to go off on her, when there's another knock on the door, and they both freeze. The person opens it, and a strange man is facing all three of us. Oh, fuck.
"Hello. I'm Darren, from Social Services. The doctor wanted me to talk to you about re-fostering." The man speaks in monotone, and I already hate him.
"She doesn't need to be re-fostered, thank you very much." Carol snaps at him, and he looks slightly taken aback. Guess he doesn't run into foster mommies that bite back very often.
"Um" He glances at me. "How about we take this into the hallway, ma'am?" Carol sighs frustrated, but follows him out all the same.
Shit just got real.
*Sorry this upload has been sort of delayed. I'm stopping the whole votes thing or no upload due to being busy, and I wouldn't be able to upload by that deadline most likely. I'm still going to try and upload at least once every two weeks at the minimum. Please bear with me through this because my schedule is jam packed. I've had golf, creative writing club, and school the past two weeks.. So, go listen to the song on the side, Nowhere Kids by Shinedown..I'm really starting to love them.
Now that I've said what I needed to, I'm leaving with a quote....
"You were born to be an original, don't die a copy."
-C
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Fiksi Remaja"So that brings me back to the dream. I was there again, but this time, I was him. Beating some little kid, wasted out of my mind. I think the dream has to do with when I came home from that party, drunk. It scared the hell out of me, Camber. I don'...
