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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I told them
I told them that the people I had called my parents for 10 years, had slapped me and forced me to kill innocent people.
I told them that I was starved; that I wasn't loved.
But what surprised me the most, was that they all kept quietly calm.
"Florecer..." my father started, but he clearly couldn't get the words out.
(Translation: blossom/to flourish)
I had stunned them so much, that they couldn't say a thing.
I was so stupid to think that they would say something of care and concern towards me.
"You are incredibly strong, my dear" my mother muttered, as she kissed my forehead, just like my other mother should have.
"Mr. Rodriguez, we need you to come sign some papers for Rafael, Benjamin and Savanah Rodriguez to be released" the nurse opened the door for my father to follow her out.
That just left the 4 of us in the one room.
"I brought you some clothes to get changed into" my mother then handed me a white, plastic bag which held some new clothes.
Brand new clothes.
"Thankyou" I muttered, stunned at the fact that I had been given some new clothes.
Bruno and my mother helped me pull out the rest of the tubes, before I started to climb out of the bed.
But as soon as I let go of the bed, my knees buckled beneath me.
Suddenly, a hand clasped my elbows before I could hit the ground.
Before I could injure myself any more than what I already was.
Alejandro had caught me.
He hadn't said a single thing since I had told them all my life story, so I knew that he was hurting the most.
He was the one that I had attached myself to the most, besides Emiliano.
"Sorry" I muttered, as I tried to pull out of his grasp, but he didn't let me go; instead, he walked me to the bathroom, making sure that I was stable before he closed the door for me.
While I was in the bathroom, it gave me a chance to look at myself fully.
"I don't recognize you anymore"
I didn't recognize who I was anymore.
I was a skinny, pale girl, whose bones poked out everywhere at the joints.
I was not healthy; my ribs poked out while my elbows and knees could be seen underneath my skin.
It was like I was skeleton of the person who I used to be.
