Elsie Taylor knew nothing more than the life that involved the constant moving around. She had always thought that it was normal to not have a place to call home, as she was too young to understand what was really going on.
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| Elsie Taylor |
Blinding lights were the first thing I had seen, when I could finally open my eyes, and it was not a pleasant feeling. On top of this, was the feeling of an uncomfortable bed, making me panic even more, that I was back where I had run from. I didn't want to be sleeping on stinky mattresses, surrounded by beer bottles and white powder.
I wanted to be able to lay in bed all day with Ezra, before I would watch a movie with Oliver and Jack. Maybe Miles could take me for lunch again, and we could wear our matching shoes. Or I could even go back into work with Henry, but right now, I was mad at him. He had let them bring me to a hospital, even after I told them I didn't like it. He let me go under, but I had made it back.
I had made it back, this time at least, but I wasn't sure if the next time, I would be so lucky. I had seen it happen, time and time again. I wasn't prepared for that. I had seen my daddy leave this world, as I had seen my mommy do the same. Tears welled in my eyes at that, knowing that I just wished for one more hug from both of them.
I knew my daddy wasn't the best man out there, but he was better than some. He was a good daddy at times, and that mattered more to me, than the bad times. The good outweighed the bad. "When will she wake?" I heard voices outside my door, wishing they would come inside. Wishing they would come and see me first, not someone else.
"In the next few hours" a response was given, before the door opened, and I could only just make out where the door was, as a part of the wall opened. Voices were talking to one another, as I tried to turn my head to find the noise, but I couldn't quiet. I felt so restricted and helpless, and I didn't like it at all.
I wanted to reach out, and someone would hold me, and tuck me into their shoulder, where I could sleep comfortably, but it was hard. It was hard to move my muscles, and I could feel myself getting sleepy, but I didn't want to sleep. All I had done was sleep, and I was over it. I was tired of sleeping, and I wanted to be held by Oliver or Jack.
I wanted to meet my new friends from my new school, and watch movies, but I was stuck here. It felt like I was going round and round in circles all the time. I was stuck, going over the same thing, sitting in silence. I tried to move, and I heard someone say something, but I knew it wasn't aimed my way. I was sure no one had noticed me.
"Hey, El" I knew that voice. I had heard it before. I turned towards the voice, only seeing a blurry figure of a person, as they grabbed my hand at the same time. I was thankful, for once, that it wasn't Henry, because right now, I was mad at him. I wasn't ready to talk to him, because I didn't want to be rude and ignore him, but I felt like doing it right now.
"Have a sip of this" I knew the room had gone quiet, other than the voice of the person beside me. I looked to the cup in front of me, as I could see that, as the person was becoming more clearer. I didn't like this cup in front of me, so I moved backwards, a little, or so I thought. "Help her, Ol" I turned to my other side, seeing Ollie sitting on the other side of my bed.
