Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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"Name?" the receptionist asked.
"Savanah" I responded, bluntly.
I needed to see my older brother as soon as possible.
"Last name?" the receptionist annoyingly chewed her gum.
"Garcia" the receptionist, Adeline, tensed at the mention of my last name.
Weird.
I get it; we are rich and popular, but its not me who is popular or rich.
Its my family.
"Room 249" the receptionist then handed Ben and I some lanyards to put around our necks, signifying that we were visitors.
Once we put our lanyards on, we took off towards the elevator.
"No running in the hallways" we heard a doctor call out, but completely ignored him, as the elevator doors opened up.
Ben then pressed the button for level 2, as we stood in silence.
"Do you think he is ok?" I asked as soon as the doors to the elevator opened onto our designated floor.
"He's strong Sav, there is nothing to worry about" Ben replied, as he gave me a small smile while ruffling my hair.
He ruffled my hair the same way that Nic used too.
No. No. No.
He is still here.
He is going to be ok.
"What are the two of you doing down this corridor?! It is strictly for patients and only patients" another doctor stopped us from walking any further and drew our attention towards a sign that said, 'patients only'.
"We are family of a patient" Ben replied, looking bored as ever.
"Show me your lanyards" just let us through for God's sake.
I handed him mine, which he inspected every inch.
I saw his eyes scan over my name, and his eyes widened.
Maybe it was good to have rich and popular family members.
"Go on through then, but don't cause any mischief" and with that, we entered into room 249.
The sight that I saw when I entered my older brother's hospital room made my breath hitch in my throat.
He had too many tubes coming in and out of his body for me to count.
Tears clouded my vision as I stood in the middle of his room.
I chocked on the sobs that tried to leave my mouth, but I wouldn't let them.
My eldest brother was in so much pain and I couldn't do anything to help him.
I didn't notice that the rest of my family had entered the hospital room.
