Silent danger (Henry danger fanfic)

The move

The time came for me to leave the hospital. I still had to wear a sling for my shoulder, but my head was better, and that was their main concern. I thought my parents were going to take me home, but I felt uneasy for some reason. Just then a lady wearing a suit came into the lobby where I was waiting. She said she was from some agency and she seemed to be stalling about something. Then she told the truth. You can imagine how that went down. Telling a ten year old that her parents died the minute the car crashed and that she is alone because both of her parents were only children and her grandparents were long dead. My entire world changed that day. Nothing was interesting. After a while I stopped talking all together. I heard therapists trying to say it was a stress thing, but really I just didn't care enough to talk. I could have if I wanted. I didn't see any point. I spent three years living anywhere the various agencies sent me. It was worse than I ever could've imagined. I was never adopted and honestly I didn't expect to be. Who would want a kid who was in a pool of misery and wouldn't even talk. That's like owning a broken toy. No one wants it. On my thirteenth birthday I found out that I had been adopted. Figures, on the anniversary of my parents death I have to get new ones. It felt like they were being replaced. I was upset but glad to be leaving this hell of a foster home. The kids were rude and didn't understand me. I was supposed to go to a town called Swellview. The family's last name was Hart. The parents already had two kids. So why would they want a third? I didn't have a choice about leaving so I packed my things and got on a plane and left yet another part of my life again. The people at the agency wanted me to look nice so they had me shower and braid my hair. I had to wear a dark blue sleeveless dress with flower patterns sewn into the sides and it had a black belt-ish thing around the waist. The dress went down to my knees so I wore black leggings with it. I wore blue sequined flats with it. When I looked I the mirror I saw the same little girl looking back at me, but a little older than me. A girl who was once beautiful, but now she was broken. She was pieces of a once beautiful glass sculpture now shattered. I had long milk chocolate hair that flowed down the middle of my back when it wasn't pulled back. I was five feet-ish. I had big dark brown eyes that were once filled with wonder but we're now filled with sadness. I had pale skin that looked flawless at the moment. My lips were soft pink as well as my rosy cheeks. I guess I was as ready as I ever could be to meet my new life. I wonder how long it would be before they sent me back? Can they do that? Now I had a million questions that all seemed to scratch at my insides until I thought that they would burst out of me. I got into a car that drove on for what seemed like hours but was really only about twenty minutes. I approached the door of my new home cautiously. Like something was about to jump out and attack me. But nothing did. I softly knocked but the person who was dropping me off rand the doorbell, which must be what caught the family's attention. I guess part of me was hoping that no one would come to the door and I would get to put this off just one more day. But a woman came to the door and opened it. She looked at me and smiled and said "I'm Mrs. Hart and you must be rose?" I nodded. "Please come in and meet everyone!" She seemed so calm but there was excitement and nervousness behind her eyes. I walked through the door and looked around. The place looked more like a playhouse rather than a house people lived in. With all the blue and red and orange and strange objects on the shelves. Then I saw what must be the father and his daughter. He smiled at me but the daughter just glared at me. "This is Mr Hart, and my daughter Piper." Mrs Hart said. "You must be Rose!" Mr Hart said. Seriously is that, like, every adults conversation starter? "Piper do you want to say hello?" Mrs Hart said. "No! I'd rather die!" Piped screamed. Brat much? "Okay then. Where's Henry? I told him to come down ten minutes ago!" Mrs Hart must have been preparing this moment for weeks because everyone looked all dressed up and perfect, and here I am with my stupid blue dress. I already felt out of place. Just then a boy came flying down the stairs and stumbled into the room almost landing flat on his face. He saw me and just stared mouth open. I couldn't tell if that was good or bad. I think I stopped breathing for a while because I let my breath out when Mrs Hart spoke, "Rose this is Henry, Henry this is Rose."
"U-um hi. I-I mean..." I don't think I've ever had a boy react to me like that. I could tell he got just as nervous as I was. "Um, Mrs Hart?" The driver finally chimed in, "we still have some paper work for you."
"Oh! Right! Um, I'll be in the kitchen you two can get to know Rose." That sounds like more of a command. I heard the talk in the kitchen about how I was "fragile" and that I didn't speak so they can't put too much pressure on me or I will "emotionally close off permanently." I stood kind of awkwardly in the living room. Suddenly Piper says, more like screams "this is NOT okay! I already have Henry to deal with and now I gotta deal with you too!!!" I get the feeling she doesn't get enough hugs. "Don't pay attention to her. She's always exactly like this. And this is on her good day." Piper makes a face at Henry and he makes a face back. I smiled a little. It seemed funny watching siblings argue over silly things, it reminded me of my family and then my face fell. But I've gotten good at putting on a strong face. A mask I made a long time ago so people wouldn't keep asking me if I'm okay, because I never am. "Hey do you want a snack?" Henry snapped me out of my daydream. I shook my head no. "Then do you want to play video games?" Again I shook my head. Piper started yelling again, "Do you not talk or something? I wish Henry didn't talk!" Mrs Hart heard and ran over to us. She tried to turn away so I wouldn't hear but it didn't work. "Sweetie, Rose is a bit shy, so she doesn't talk a lot." Way to sugar coat it. I'm not shy and I don't talk at all but I'm always thinking. My parents used to say that I was the bravest girl in the world, then they both try to take credit for giving it to me. I remembered how I thought of their words after I lost them and I had to be brave for them. I've actually grown to like not talking. I notice so much more when I close my mouth for a while. I wish Piper would try that. Now she's whining about something else. "I would tell you that you will get used to her, but I'd be lying. I'd be lying HARD!" Henry kept talking for a while. He talked about how I'd be going to school with him and he'd help me learn my way around. Later I went upstairs and was showed my new room. I guess it used to be an office. It had windows in the roof that I could stargaze through. I did that a lot with my mom. She's tell me that the Stars held a thousand wonders and that it was up to me to uncover them. The walls were white but Mrs Hart said that I could repaint if I wanted. There were shelves and a bed with sheets. I had my own pink flowered bedspread. My favorite colors were pink, purple, blue and green. I was brought the rest of what little I owned since I moved so much and I didn't want to get to attached to any one place or thing. I couldn't bear to go back into my house so I left all but a couple of things in the house. I had someone bring me my journal, which has been so helpful since I stopped talking. When things went wrong I would write about it. I got my baby stuffed animal Poochy that I always had and that I wouldn't let go of for a month after the accident. And last I got my picture frame that I decorated when I was five that I put a picture of me and my parents in and it sat next to my bed ever since. I had it in the suitcase that was just brought up. Around my neck I wore a locket that I got for my eighth birthday with my parents in it. It was beautiful and I guard it with my life. Mrs Hart said that we could go on a "shopping spree" and get more things for me to decorate my room with. I honestly couldn't care less. I wasn't planning staying here anyway. It was just a stop on the road to where my parents where. But I said nothing. I started to unpack I put my clothes into a drawer and put out my bedspread and, of course, put my picture next to my bed on the stand I took out Poochy and hugged him tight. 'So this is my life now?' I thought to myself. I heard a soft knock on my door and I jumped. I threw Poochy under the bedspread. I would look like such a dork if people knew that I had a stuffed animal when I was thirteen. The door opened and there stood Henry. "Did you uh need any help?" He asked. I shook my head no. "Okay." He said but he still stood there awkwardly. He saw the picture on the table. "This you're family?" He asked and he reached for the picture and instinctively I snatched it up. "Oh sorry" he said. I could see that he felt bad and stupid. So did I. I wanted to smack myself for that. Instead I gave him the 'It's cool' look and he relaxed a little. "Can I sit?" I nodded and he sat on my bed. I was so confused. Why were things so awkward between us? It was probably me causing it. I sat next to him. "So I get that you don't talk," I nodded yes at this, "but do you think you could maybe write things?" I took out my journal and started writing. He waited patiently then I handed it to him. It read, "I'm a bit of a dead end conversationalist. Can you tell?" He started laughing and I laughed too. It was the first time in a long time that I had laughed and actually meant it. We kept going like that for a while. I told him about stuff I liked and stuff I didn't like. I didn't think he would really pay attention but he did. We went on until his mom came up and said it was time for dinner. By then I was a bit more relaxed, but I still felt like throwing up. Or was I hungry? Apparently we were having spicy meatballs for dinner and at least I can say that I have tried something different. The parents chatted away cheerfully while Piper glared at me then went to her phone. Henry kept looking at me then when he thought that I noticed he'd act like his meatball was the most interesting thing in the world. I did the same thing.