The Truth

The Truth- 5

I wake up to see the doctor talking to my mom.

What are they talking about? I listen to their conversation while pretending to be asleep. They seem to be talking about the surgery procedure.

“So how long until she’ll recover from the surgery,” asks my mom. The doctor sighs.

“A week or so but my main concern is her mental health. I had a talk with the principal and nurse there and they said she was acting strange. She would scream and talk nonsense about this dark figure,” replies the doctor. My heart stops and I instantaneously open my eyes. They notice me with my eyes wide open. They sigh. They know that I heard them.   

“Sarah, baby, we need to talk.”

“No,” I scream. My mom jumps back taken by surprised. Tears fill my eyes and soon enough they’re rolling down my cheek. I shake my head no.  “I don’t want to talk mom. I don’t.”

I can see the worry in her facial expression. She walks over to me and embraces me into a hug. I cry out onto her shoulder. I felt ashamed but yet I didn’t know what else to do. I was so confused and scared. I pull away, out of her arms, and stare deeply into her light, brown eyes. I try to hold back the rest of my tears and relax, but I can’t help crying again. I close my eyes and lay on my mom’s lap. I can feel her fingers run through my knotted hair.

“Baby, we need to talk,” she says in a low tone. I look up at her with my pale blue eyes. She continues,”There’s something the doctor and I have been talking about.” she pauses and tries not to cry. “Dr. Taylor has been worried about your mental health. He talked to the principal and nurse. They are also worried about you. The principal was talking to him about your mental breakdown in class. Dr. Taylor with try his best to find out what is going on. Until he finds out your diagnosis, you will be in a special room with a bed and things you will need. They will be keeping track of what happens so they can try and figure it out. It’s the only option. I know you’re scared. Don’t worry everything will be fine. I promise. “

I try to hide my fear by putting my head down. When I lift my head I ask,” When will they take me there?”

“After your surgery. Probably after you recover from the surgery. It will be alright. You don’t have to be so scared. “

I give my mom a hug and lay down on the bed. I start to read the book Laura gave me.

I was intrigued. It was a twist of reality and fiction. A world of creatures and demigods. I imagine myself as one of the main characters ; brave, quick, intelligent. I wish I was like her then I wouldn’t be here, alone and scared.

I notice how quiet the hospital is, it’s never this quiet. What could’ve happened? I set down my book and take a look around.

I see the balloons and stuffed animals in the same place, but in a roundish bucket with handles. I blink my eyes twice and see the doctor walking in with a card. He comes next to my bed and he hands it to me. I has my name in the front but in cursive. I open the card slowly. I pull out what looks to be a necklace with the initials “S” and “M” on it. The first on it my initial. I pull out a letter and it reads:

Dear Sarah,

I am so sorry I abandoned you. I miss you so much my little sweetheart. You don’t know how much pain I have gone through to just send this to you. There are a few things you need to know. First, the necklace you have in your hand represents you and your brother. He never made it. He died when you were born. I miss him so much. He had a problem when he was born. It was a weird kind of problem. You two were born together, at the same time. I know it might seem complicated to you to hear this from me and not your mother. She was too scared and worried to tell you. She thought you would take it the wrong way. Second, he is in you. You may not understand just yet. You know the attacks and the dreams you are having? Is it because of him. I can’t tell you his name just yet. You will have to find out on your own. But for now be careful. He can almost do anything. He can’t kill you. You are too important. He is trying to tell you something. I can’t tell you much more. I will get in so much trouble. This may be the last time I will ever be able to talk to you. The things that are happening to you are unnatural. Believe me. They are not to be used for violence. You will understand more as things happen. These things are unnatural. But you can’t tell anyone.

Love,

Your Father

My mouth dropped when finished reading it. I was never told this when I was younger. Maybe its because my mom thought I would be scared and I wouldn’t know what to do about it.

As I finish reading the letter, my mom comes in. I hide the letter under my pillow as fast as I could so she can’t ask me what it is. She can’t see it. She can’t find out about it.

She looked horrible as if she didn’t get any sleep at all. She had bags under her eyes and she was hunched down. She forces a smile at me and hugs me. I hug her back. I can feel her breathing in deep breaths. Something certainly wasn’t right. She pulls back with her smile still planted on her face.

“Hey baby girl,”she smiles,”How are you feeling?”

I shrug. “Better,” I lie.

She nods. “That’s good.” I can see the guilt in her eyes, building up inside her. I sigh.