2 MONTHS LATER
I had spent the past month since discovering the existence of my biological family finding out everything I could about them, everyone was getting used to calling me Izzy or Isabella and my walking had vastly improved. Charlie told me last week that I could go and visit my family any time I liked and they would be over joyed to see me after so long, but my brothers probably wouldn't remember me and of course Emma wouldn't know me. But I could rely on my aunt and uncle. And I really did want to go, but I had some deep feeling that they wouldn't want me, that Eleanor had replaced me with Emma and I wasn't needed any more. I got up from the bed and began my daily exercises to build up the strength in my legs. As I walked up and down the room I mulled over the idea of going tomorrow, going and seeing them, my family, my real family, and if they didn't want me, Charlie's family did, my other family wanted me. Then again, if my real family wanted me, if my auntie wanted me to move in with them what would I do, they would know about me but I would only know the facts about them, not their personalities, their feelings, I slumped back down onto the bed, all this walking was pointless, I could walk perfectly fine now, okay maybe I did stumble a little but it's better than a wheelchair.
"Ka- I mean Izzy, have you done your walking yet?" I heard Charlie call up the stairs, I groaned loudly, loud enough for him to hear at the bottom of the stairs anyway, I heard him chuckle to himself then his footsteps slowly faded away as he walked back into the kitchen. I shuffled to the side of the bed and stood up, I sighed and carried on walking, back and forth, back and forth, glancing up at the luminous green wall clock which hung above the door. Only ten more minutes and I could read, I loved to read, so many great authors which I had never heard of before, bookshelves lined the walls of the room, each of them filled with books of different genres with crazy story lines. I looked down at my wrist and saw the red hole in the centre, the needle prick which would never heal, a permanent scar, for all the world to see to show that I was one of the guinea pigs, though it would never live up to the ultimate pain of the mental scars, the loss of my friends and family, finding out my whole life had been a sham, finding out that Adrian was not real and that he was in actual fact a figment of my imagination. This hurt the most, he had felt so real, so special, and in my moment of happiness it was all taken away. I pushed the thought from my find as the clock slowly ticked it's way to 12 pm and the tedious walking finally came to an end. I slumped down onto the bed and leaned to the side to scooped up a book which I had started reading yesterday, it's about a girl with cancer who meets this gorgeous boy called Augustus or something like that, so far I'm up to the bit where they've gone to Amsterdam to visit this author who turns out to be a total idiot, it's a really good book. I rubbed my temple to try and ease the headache which was slowly building in my brain, I sighed heavily as it made no difference and settled down to read, yawning.
I woke with a start, the book splayed out on my chest, someone was calling my name, over and over again but the sound was slurred, then I heard foot steps pounding up the stairs. I looked around the room but my vision was fuzzy, I couldn't get my eyes to focus and my head felt like it was going to implode,
"Katie?" Someone yelled, I groaned, no matter how much I tried I couldn't open my eyes properly, it felt like I hadn't slept in days. Someone's hands were on my shoulders shaking me, I groaned a little louder, the movement felt like someone was tazering my head,
"Mum!" The person yelled and I heard the footsteps going back down the stairs and settled back down to sleep again, pulling my legs up to my chest so I was in the foetal position and let my eye lids droop.