Part 6

Part 6

The Doctor didn’t understand why I was there so long. She looked at my charts again and rushed out of the room. A few minutes later she came back telling me that there must have been some sort of mix up, because I shouldn’t have been sedated or kept at the hospital for as long as I have. She stated she called child services to get someone here as soon as possible, so they can release me, and that way I will have legal representation to follow up with the hospital. I got what she was saying but I was more worried about the medication that they gave me before and wanted to know if I will get it again. I told her how it kept me calm and took all of the pain away. She proceeded to tell me that I shouldn’t have been on medication and not for that long. She asked me if I understood what rehab was. I told her what I thought it was but she told me that I was incorrect. She stated they are going suggest rehab because I have formed an addiction to the medication they have been giving me for the past year. I’m so confused as to how something like this can happen.

I was given some clothes and taken out to the common area to meet my case worker. This isn’t the same person I had before, this woman is older with a mean look on her face; immediately I became withdrawn. I just didn’t want to be bothered, maybe I should have stuck with my parents if this was the outcome of telling. My case worker was talking, but I had no clue what she was saying. My thoughts are all over the place and it’s like I can’t control them the way I use too. 

“Am I going to a new home now?”

“Young lady, that is what I was just telling you.”

“Yeah, sorry. When do we leave?”
 
She stands up and walks over to the Doctor. I can’t hear what their saying but I wasn’t interested anyway. A good hour passed before the case worker was given papers and I was given a business card from the Doctor. She told me to call her if I ever needed anything. I nodded my head and followed the old lady out the room. On the elevator she started saying how this was a really nice caring family with three children of their own. She touches my shoulder and whispers in my ear,

“They are church goers. It may help you get over what your parents did to you, a little God never hurts anyone.”

“Yeah, well where was he when I was calling out for him to help me?”

“He was there, he doesn’t answer when you need him too, he answers when the time is right. Just keep your faith young lady, everything will work out.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

With everything going on, I fall asleep in the backseat while my case worker was talking. My biggest issue at this point, I couldn’t get my head comfortable enough to go into a deep sleep but my head on my hand will work for now. My dreams were all very nice, I was at a home with loving people and I was about to run track in my new school. This time in my dreams I signed up for cross country, just in case I needed to run away again. I surely don’t want to get tired like I did the first time I ran away. My dreams were taking shape, instead of me looking at myself I had feeling, and could feel myself speak to my new parents. Although no one had faces I was holding an in-depth conversation with them and they were speaking back.

“We’re here little Princess.”

When I opened my eyes the old lady was so close to my face I could smell the mothballs on her shirt. I unbuckled myself, lifted myself out of the car, and did a long cat stretch. Once my eyes adjusted, I took a look around, and the house was beautiful. There was so much land, animals, and a huge house. The road we came in on was a gravel or maybe it was gravel were we are but it’s beautiful.

 “Are we in the Country?”

“Yes, I thought you would love it. Your paperwork stated that you like to run, you think this is enough space to run?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Can I meet my new parents now?”

“Sure Princess, follow me.”