A friend?

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" Aaahh" I yawned waking up from sleep with a smile plastered on my face. 

Yesterday after visiting my sister we spent the rest of the night chatting in my hospital room, so my sleep schedule had a big 3-hour sleep interruption in it.

" Good morning sleeping beauty, I brought you some coffee. " Angie greeted me as she walked into my bedroom, and opened the blinds.

" Don't. Open. The. Fucking. Blinds. " I groaned turning my face into the pillow. " And don't call me sleeping beauty, it's so girly...yuck " I faked a throw-up sound.

Angie just laughed at my comments. " Just drink the coffee and get ready, you should be leaving the hospital in about an hour. "

" What do you suppose I will be doing here for the whole hour? " I told while trying to sip from my coffee.

" I knew you would ask, so I brought you this notebook and a set of pencils. " she handed me a plain black and some pencils. " And think of it also as a get well present from me." 

" I'm sorry..but I don't know what to do with this.. but even tho thanks " I was happy even if notebooks weren't quite my thing.

" You can draw to it.."

" Nope sorry ain't happening I'm a total rock when it comes to drawing, I don't even try at this point " I interrupted her.

" If you would listen me out; I wanted to say that you could draw to it or make your journal/diary. " She sighted.

" Me a diary?! Please, but thanks, I appreciate it. " I smiled.

" Oh, please " She looked away shyly." That's what friends are for, anyway my full name, address and phone number is written on the back of the notebook "

"Thanks " Was all I managed to get from my tight throat " I hope we will meet someday " 

" Oh, we sure will " She quickly hugged me on her way out of the room and silently closed the door.

She called me a friend.

This small simple sentence occupied my mind for the left hour as I wrote down my thoughts into the small simple black and aqua notebook.

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I don't want to start writing in here with the childly "Dear Diary", so I'll start simple;

 Hey, fucking Jurnal that holds my random thoughts!

I'll gonna write here random shit what I went through, and what random shit is happening in my life right now. I'm gonna skip the whole "life story" part and write what happened like 7 hours before.

 Angie a friend of mine (wow that feels good to write that I have a friend) brought me to this secret room that opened in a wall by a DNA code, and there were hundreds of baby cribs with barely surviving babies. Their parents were told that their kids are dead, and if the medical state of some of the children was stable, the parents were told it was just a mistake. And me like me, I saw something no one will ever be allowed to see... my.fucking.baby.sister. like whaat? She laid there peacefully sleeping in her crib.. number 416 to be exact. I gave her my grandmas name Luella because it means fighter and I have this gut feeling she is one.

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