A Weekend In Seattle
Day 3 Part 1
May 31, 2008
After being released from the hospital the next day, I went to my Aunt's house in Oakland, California. It was a beachside house, and it was very large. I woke up to seagulls calling out to each other, flying above the crashing ocean waves. Sunlight peaked in through my window, warming my face. All I wanted to do was lay there forever, basking in the glow of early morning's sun. But then my sisters had to come bounding through the open door and ruin it all. I cracked my eyes open a bit farther and sat up in my bed. They came bearing a wonderful breakfast consisting of eggs, pancakes, and toast. Kelsi placed it gingerly on my lap and sat at the foot of my bed, while Morgan sat on the floor.
Nobody said anything for a while, and I let my breakfast get cold out of old habits of not eating in front of anybody. But that habit soon died away as my stomach played a melody of rumbles, and my mouth was watering from the smell of fresh food. My senses took over as I gobbled down the food, starting with the mouthwatering pancakes and ended with the crunchy bacon. Morgan took my plate and brought it to the kitchen while Kelsi moved her place to the side of the bed. We sat in silence again, Kelsi looking around at all of the things my aunt unpacked for me. Zoey's big blue octopus she let me borrow, my Laptop, some notes and scattered drawings and notes, and my class notebooks. Pictures covered the wall, some from prom, some from first year. There was a picture of me with Zoey, Lola, and Nicole, and a picture I didn't even know I had of Michael, Logan, Chase, James, and Dustin. I could tell Kelsi was thinking about something, but I couldn't tell what.
"Kelsi, what are you thinking?" she fell out of her trance and looked at me, her eyes full of question.
"Am I going to like it there?" she sighed and let herself fall onto the bed. She was now laying down, facing the ceiling.
"I think you will. It's an amazing school, and you'll make tons of friends." Kelsi turned to me, her face now flushed pink, tears forming in her eyes. Her breathing was heavy, and she was trying hard not to cry.
"What's going to happen to mom?" She squeaked, now letting the tears fall. I hugged her with my good arm, and then rubbed her back, shushing her (in a nice, comforting way.) and telling her it would be fine.
"She's going to get help. She's going to go to a nice place where they'll help her with her problem, and she'll get better. She'll be good again, Kelsi, don't worry. And when she gets better, she won't be allowed to have us back unless we really want her to."
"How will we know if it's the right time?"
"We'll just have to trust her, and our instincts to make everything right again."
That day we left our aunt's paradise home, and started to travel to my home. When we were there, it's like all of the things we had faced together were fate. As crazy as it sounds, our adventures brought us together like nothing else ever could.
Zoey and Lola were waiting at the entrance when our aunt's car pulled up. I got out of the car, only to be pulled into a tight hug. Zoey pulled back, still holding my shoulder. Both girls were sobbing, hanging on to me. My sisters then came out of the car, and Zoey and Lola ran up and hugged them, too. I felt like I was dreaming, but in a weird way, things were finally falling into place. I finally felt like I was safe. I finally felt that I was home.