I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU
She picked out all the essentials that she thought she would need. A toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, pictures of her mother, and all her clothes that she could possibly fit into her bag.
She looked around her small house one more time, going through every room, the memories flooding through her mind. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the aroma of cigarettes doused in a fruity perfume. She didn't mind the smell, she had gotten quite used to it over the years and now she really didn't want to leave it. It was the smell of her. She would come in at night after smoking a few cigarettes out on the porch, and spray perfume around to try and get rid of the smell, so guests wouldn't notice. She would come into her room and hug her tightly before going off to bed, leaving the smell stuck on her clothes for the rest of the night.
She lay down on the stiff bed. Another thing that's he would miss was her soft comfy bed. It was the one with the purple covers and the canopy that protected her at night.
She would miss the privacy of being able to listen to her music as loudly as she had licked. At home she had, had her own room, with no interruptions, no one checking on her every 30 minutes, and at home she simply felt closer to her mom. But it wouldn't be like that anymore. She couldn't dwell on the past even if it was what she wanted to do most of all. She had to get out and start a future for herself.
She wondered about her father. Her mother had always told her that they had lost him a very long time ago, and to just not worry about it. But she knew he was alive, and that she had just not wanted to upset her, because it had upset her as well.
What was she supposed to really think of her father? She couldn't possibly think that he was some amazing guy. He couldn't be, no amazing person would leave their daughter to rot in a foster home when they could have taken them in their selves. Whoever they were, they were selfish.
He held his hand out to her and she grabbed it, holding her hand in his for a long time before she finally stood to face him. She wasn't as tall as him so she made it to about his chest. She pulled down her hood a revealed a face that looked identical to Kyra. He stepped back and let go of her had as she looked up at his with her glassy blue eyes.
He turned his body from her and started to walk down the hall to the clinic. She followed him and grabbed his shoulder spinning him around, revealing herself as a pale white ghost, with dark bags shadowed underneath her eyes and tubes sticking from her tiny arms.
He dropped his came and began to limp towards the clinic faster and faster until he made it to exam room two, where he closed the door and placed a chair in front of it. He turned around and he was standing in the morgue, where on a metal slab laid Kyra.
He opened his eyes and blinked away the tears that were forming in his eyes, and then mumbled to himself. "What a nightmare, I would NEVER be in the clinic."
Today was the day. They day she would be gone for good and never be coming back. The day that she would be placed into the ground.
She slipped out of her bed and put the covers back in place. She stepped quietly to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She looked hesitantly into the mirror and touched her cheeks gently, seeing that they were pale from all the days At he foster home now. She noticed the dark bags that made her eyes fall deep into her face, and the red rims that outlined her eyes. She was going to die here if she stayed any longer…she needed out.