Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter.
I listened to the rain hitting the glass window beside me. Normally the rains relaxing sound would put me to sleep in minutes, but for some reason tonight it just couldn't. I lay there in my twin size bed staring at the patterns the rain made on the hospital window that was across the room. It reached to the ceiling and down to a bench that looked more like a couch than anything else, but this was nothing like your average ER visit. The images I saw that night were still in the back of my head. Almost like they were engraved into my brain.
My legally guardians died in a terrible house fire with me in the basement. Only I survived with minor injuries. Now all of my family was dead. My mom, dad, and now Mr. and Mrs. Hydean ( HI-den). I knew I was going into foster care. As I lay there alone in the dark, I made a promise to myself. As long as I'm into foster care, I will do everything I can to get away from my new 'parents' even if that means getting on a plane and going to Antarctica. I know have enough money to get me a one way ticket and if I get a good job maybe I'll be able to go somewhere that's not totally freezing. Suddenly my train of though was interrupted as my nurse walked in.
"What are you still doing up," she asked a little concerned.
"Can't sleep, probably won't even get an hour of good sleep," I replied not caring if she could tell the attitude in my voice was fake.
"Well, you could at least try. Your new foster parents will be here tomorrow morning to take you home."
That made me pause for a second. I was only up for adoption five days ago.
"Can I ask you a question about my new 'parents'"
"Sure. Fire away."
"How many foster kids do these people have?"