Lost but Not Forgotten
Chapter 1 – Savannah POV
Inside the door of the hospital room sat two figures huddled over something in front of them. One was a beautiful young woman; no more than seventeen, with blonde hair that curled naturally down her back and big sky blue eyes. The woman was holding a small squirming bundle in her arms, and whatever was inside it made her smile with delight. Next to her was a man with curly black hair and darker blue eyes, the colour of freshly mined sapphires. He was also gazing down lovingly at the bundle. He looked at the woman before saying:
"Our little baby Savannah Karlie." And he smiled; kissing the woman then the baby tenderly.
"Savannah Karlie wake up!" a voice shouted in my ear causing me to jump wide awake.
It was my best friend – Isabella, though we all knew her as Bella as this was her preferred name. Looking at the clock I saw to my horror that it was ten o'clock, meaning I should have been up half an hour ago. I jumped out of bed and rushed around madly, looking for something – anything to wear. Bella stood there laughing at me, until I glared at her and she shut up.
We lived in an orphanage, but the strange thing was we all actually did have parents out there somewhere. It was technically a foster home where the parents didn't want the children at all so we could only be adopted. The general conclusion was that it was called an orphanage so that it was given bigger benefits from the government. I had lived here as long as I could remember; it was almost as if I'd never had any parents. Bella had come when she was two: her parents hadn't planned for a child as part of their life and after attempting to raise her left her on the doorstep where I found her. We'd been best friends ever since.
It was sad really to think that apart from each other there wasn't really anyone who loved us. The staff pretended they did, but at the end of the day they all had their own children and lives to live. We were the ones who never really knew how to play 'happy families' and in school we would sit there as other children complained about their parents and siblings. At least they had them, and were wanted by them.
When Bella and I were little we used to invent our own families. They'd always live in huge houses with plasma TVs in every room, even the bathrooms; numerous rooms that were filled with childish fantasies, and our parents. They would always be beautiful. Bella's were actors in Hollywood and would shower her with luxurious gifts, but mine were based on something vaguely real: the woman in my dreams.
Every night I had the same dream, with a woman holding a baby, and a man sat next to her. I never paid more attention than necessary to the man, but the woman captivated my attention and held me entranced. It was like I had a camera, and the zoom was directed straight at her. She was the most beautiful lady in the world in my opinion, and as we grew older our games disappeared, but my dream never failed to occur.
"Savannah, we have breakfast in two minutes," Bella said, pulling me out of my trance, "I think the least you should do is put some clothes on other than your pyjamas."
Bella was like a mum in a way. She always reminded me about stuff and kept me going even when I was ready to stop. I'm not sure what I gave her in return, but our friendship was stronger than any others in the house so I must contribute somehow.
At the weekend breakfast was at quarter past ten without fail, and anyone who was late had to help clear the table even if it wasn't their turn. So, it was guaranteed that everyone was on time.
We ran down the stairs with a minute to spare and took our seats next to each other at the long table in the dining room. There were twenty of us at the moment. People came and went, but Bella and I always remained constant. Us and Harry who had been here for four years and was two years older than us.
Usually there was an empty space next to me where a child who had been adopted two weeks ago sat. He had only been with us for a month, so I guess you could call him lucky. Those who got out were lucky, but there were cases where they came back with horrid stories of harsh treatment and neglect. Today, this space was filled with a boy who couldn't be older than five. He was crying and already snot was running down his nose. I looked away starting to feel nauseous.
"Children, we have a new friend here today. His name is Jack and he's becoming a permanent resident," our supervisor for today said coming up next to me and wiping the boy's nose.
"Hello," came the automatic response that was programmed into each and every one of us.
I looked at him again, and saw him glance around at all the faces before looking at his hands. Bella nudged me and I looked at her, seeing she wanted me to talk to him.
"Um, hi Jack, my name's Savannah," I said and behind me I could practically hear Bella rolling her eyes.
"You're really pretty," he replied, putting a hand out to touch my hair.
"Thank-you," I said; genuinely touched.
Just then the plates of food arrived on the table and our attention was turned to them.
"Oi, Sana pass the milk!" a boy on the other side of the table shouted.
As I looked up to see who, I felt a tug on my sleeve and turned to see Jack.
"Excuse me," he said in a voice barely above a whisper, "But may I use it first?"
I smiled and gave it to him before passing it on to Harry who had been the one to ask first.
After breakfast our Saturday would follow the same routine as usual, until it came to bedtime and at nine o'clock the lights were off and everyone was in bed.
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