Part 15

Part 15

Not too long after Heather took me from her, she went to talk to Mike in the garage. I don’t know how long she was in there with him but I could hear him tell her to sign over her rights to me if she’s not going to do right by me. That she was told that she is not allowed in their home unless she’s sober and because Heather didn’t know the difference she allowed her in. I looked up at Heather a put my hand on her, she was crying, whispering to me that she was sorry, kissing my forehead. Turning my focus back on Mike and my mom, he started yelling at her, and she didn’t seem to hesitate to yell back. I heard a loud bang, Heather jumped up, holding tightly. She took a mad dash for the stairs and up to my room we went, closing, and locking the door behind us. Without missing a beat, she starts to sing. I can’t remember the works but the tune, that tune put me right to sleep.

Before I knew it, it was late night, and I was awaken by more night terrors. My Heather and Mike was right there, and guess who else was there; their children, my whole family was there with me again. The one they call Sarah reached in my crib to pick me up, almost immediately I felt like everything was going to be alright. This is the first time Sarah held me but it felt like I was being held by Heather so it was pretty much the same in my mind. The only difference is her voice, it was kind of high pitched but squeaky, I like it. No one has ever asked me what I feel or what I been through so far but Sarah, she asked and I couldn’t get it out fast enough. She made it seem like she knew and could understand me so I kept talking, and she kept listening and responding.

“There are nights that my dreams haunt me, I can see the evil that has plagued my body from conception to birth and that follows me no matter where I go or who I’m with. This terror within me doesn’t just affect me but it affects the people I love, Heather and Mike. Restless nights, tremors, night terrors, the sweating, shaking, loud screeching cries that could even drive a sane person insane. I see the tears in their eyes when I can’t control myself, when I’m going through withdrawal, and I know that it’s painful for them not to be able to help me; all they want to do is help for nothing in return, just for me to get a fair chance at life, and happiness. I love your parents Sarah and I love you guys. Do you think I can stay here with you?” I said the best way I know how.

Sarah responded and everyone was looking my way smiling, that’s when I knew that we don’t speak the same, we think the same but I can’t form words from my mouth the way they can. That by itself is frustrating, I did all of that talking, and she didn’t understand one word. How depressing; I nestled myself into her arms and closed my eyes so I could dream of being a part of this family.