Chapter 11: Shattered
P O V: Matthew Casey
Life isn't made up of monumental moments alone, sure we all have them, but to me it's fragmented shattered little pieces that when sewn together create one beautiful masterpiece even if it's incomplete. It's not one crack that causes a foundation to fall it's each crack that lead from that one crack.
One crack can be monumental in terms of leaving a footprint in your memory, like being eight years old who's hiding inside the closet with his older sister who has the phone in her hand prepared to call 911 if she hears the signal. Ears covered as his dad screams at his mom pounding her face with his fist. Fast forward his sister leaving for collage leaving him alone to deal with this madness he calls family.
The last crack a 15 year old leaving the keys to his dad's place on the counter while he falls to sleep in his room. His mom taking the keys along with the gun that plants the bullet inside your dad's chest. Your sister taking his side while you are left alone confused and scared.
Foster homes became my new home till I turned 18 years of age and was forced into my own. I built up walls to keep the pain hidden but even perfectly crafted these walls can crack. "Matt," Dr. Manning's voice cuts through my thoughts, I'm on Sylvie's left side holding her hand as she lays in a coma. Gabby is on her right.
"Yes Natalie?" "Good news," her smile is radiant as she flips through medical papers, it's been almost a week since Sylvie slipped into a coma because of her high white cell count they've been pumping her full of Chemo, they have to go slow though with her pregnancy too much Chemo too fast can cause her to miscarriage. We've all been tested but so far no one has matched. Wiping the sleep from my eyes as I yawn I give my full attention to Natalie.
"Matt you are a perfect match for Sylvie, so perfectly Matt. There's no way you two aren't realted. We match based on human leukocyte antigen or HLA. Yours matches Sylive's perfectly. It never happens it's impossible in non realtions to get this ideal of a match. I know she was adopted dose she know anything about go biological parents? Because at least tests and it looks like you to all related, more than just related these tests point to you two being twins."
She laughs I can't bring myself to laugh though because the final blow to my foundation was just leveled. Someone has lied to me my whole life, nothing in my life had ever happened simply because it was destined to. When I look at Sylvie I can see it clearly the same strong jawline, the cute up turned nose, the dimples all family tributes.
I don't need a DNA test to tell me Sylvie is in fact my sister, or that someone has lied to me my whole life? Who though Mom? Dad? Did Christie know about this? Was I older than Sylvie? Why was she given up? I need answers, I need them now. Who do I start with? Well it can't be dad mom made sure of that one.
Gabby calls my name as I get up storming out of the room, where am I going? I don't know, all I know is I need answers and fast. I feel Kelly's strong hand on my shoulder. "Your not alone dude, let's go."