Part 9

Part 9

Everything was so confusing to me, I didn't understand if I was staying here with them or going back into that crazy house with my mom. Later that night my body started to hurt and all I can do is cry, as much as I want to tell them what's wrong I can't, but they did everything to try to help me. Heather rubbed me and stretched my limbs, that only helped a little, then she put me in the bath with warm water and continued to rub me. After so long I was so warn out by the stiffness and crying I fell asleep in her arms, right in the water.

Sweating, shaking, my body is hurting more and more, they're doing their best to help me but everything the do is temporary. I hope I don't live the rest of my life like this. There's times I can't control my movements but not once did either of them get frustrated with me; both of them feel my pain, I can see it in their eyes, and I can hear it in their crying. From time to time they show me pictures of my mom, the one that was selfish enough to drug me while drugging herself. I keep the entire house up every night that I'm here, loud screeching cries for help, for peace within me. I heard Heather say that the drugs are now seeping from my pores and they want to help me sweat more to see if that'll help with my withdraw. My eyes started to shake and I can’t focus on one thing, so I cried, and cried, and cried myself to sleep.

I was awaken by the stiffness in my body, Heather's sitting in the chair sleep while Mike and their kids slept on the floor right next to my crib. They love me, and I love them. I cried out for help, the oldest of their children got up and left out, Heather got up to change me, while everyone else went into prayer just for me. I wish I could shake this withdraw so they can play with me, instead of being too tired to go to work the next day.   After I go through my spurts of shaking and crying, I eat, get changed then I fall asleep wherever I land. It's tiring to say the least.

A few weeks go pass, I'm still having symptoms of withdraw that I can't seem to shake. Both Heather and Mike went back to work, so now I have a babysitter that's also a withdraw counselor. She teaches everything she does worth me during the day to everyone in the house that handles me; Heather and Mike are going to be doing the same exercises at night or when I go through. Jessica's really nice to me but there's times she gets frustrated with my cries, one day she left me in my crib and left out for a while; when she came back, she always have a big smile on her face, and starts the session all over again.

It's been almost a month since I saw my mom, then I hear Mike's phone ring. He was on the phone long enough for me to finish a bottle; when he got off he told Heather that she confirmed her visit with me on Tuesday. Heather's going to take off of work to go with Jessica and I to the visit. They don't have to stay since it's at the agency but Mike said the visit is only for an hour.