Tomorrow

Foster me

    I don't know when I passed out, but it was evident I had cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, the bonds were missing, leaving me the ability to walk. Although I was grateful, I wish they had just left me tied up because they locked the door, securing the fact that I couldn't just run down the hallways. As my bare feet touched the cold tiles, I cringed and quickly brought my feet back into the warm bed. I looked down at the tiles as if they did something to me. I sighed before I put both feet on the floor. I swallowed and stood up and immediately got dizzy. I swayed a little. I gulped before I took a step forward. Another wave to dizziness hit me hard.

    I laid down and looked up at the white ceiling, the sounds of the hospital felt like the only thing convincing me that this was real. The sounds of beeping machines and the call for doctors and nurses for one reason or another. It was an overwhelming kind of anxiety, the kind that swallows you whole and makes you want to close off from the world. Or perhaps that's an extreme form of grief. I should know, shouldn't I?

    I closed my eyes once more, wishing that the world would just go away. But it won't, the machines will beep on, doctors will be called, life will continue. Life won't care if I just waste away in this hospital. I pause in mid-thought. What about my brother? What happens if he wakes up and I'm gone? What will he think of me? I sit up, coming to a resolution. I will survive, even if I got to survive day by day, wait for tomorrow. My heart races, excited at the prospect that I now have a purpose. It doesn't matter if it's a simple goal, waiting for my brother is the most important thing to me.

    Even if I have to force myself out of bed every day, I will be here when my brother wakes up. When I eventually got out of the hospital, I was taken into child protective services. As I sat in the car, waiting to be taken somewhere. They didn't tell me where I was going or how long I would be there, just that I was going somewhere. I just hoped that the place won't hurt me. As I rode in the car and looked out the slightly tinted window, I noticed at the city slowly turned in suburbs and suburbs turned into the countryside.

    As we slowly came to a stop and pulled up in front of a big house, it had a lot of cars parked in the front, but I could hear the noise coming from inside, a lot of children's voices along with adults yelling at them to quiet down. I looked over at the drivers and raised an eyebrow at them with an 'are-you-serious-' look as the door opened automatically I sighed, alright. Hint taken, I suppose.

    I sighed as I got out of the car, I looked at the house and walked towards it, subconsciously holding my breath for the s**t-show that was gonna happen. Or what was already happening from what I've heard. As I walked towards the door I heard leaves crunching underneath my boots. I knocked on the door and a little girl answered.

    "Are you the new girl we're expecting?" She asked. I nodded and opened the door more widely as to let me through. As I got inside I noticed several things, it was filled with children, it was practically like a tornado ran through here every hour and that the adults were on the verge of falling off the deep end. I looked at the girl with a questioning look and she just shrugged."My names Amelia," The girl said, "I've been here for about three months now," Amelia informed.

    "I'm Anatolia, I just got here." I chuckled awkwardly, I'm not very good at introductions. I smiled awkwardly and she shook my hand. Instead of letting go she led me to a room with three other beds, two completely unmade and the third made. She pointed at the third bed.

    "That's your bed for now, at least until you get adopted." Amelia said, "The nightstand is also yours until then." She added on and walked out, I looked at the bag I brought with me full of essentials, I sighed and opened the drawers and put in my stuff without care. I sighed, well this is my home for now. I might as well make the most of it until I get adopted.

    I left the room and moved quickly against a wall as two boys ran past chasing each other and I sighed, this was gonna be fun, I thought as I watched the boys run down the hall.