Dancing Lights of New York City (Adopted by Lin-Manuel Miranda Fan-fiction)

The Severe Case Of Your Fault

I approached the door, fearful of what awaited me on the other side. Slowly I push the door open and attempt to close it with little to no sound. The plan went smoother in my head versus what really happened. Quietly closing the door I turn around and see Gary standing in the kitchen with a beer bottle in hand. Next to him I see empty bottles lying on the counter. "Where the hell have you been!?" He yells walking towards me. "I was walking home" I reply. "Bullshit you were walking home! Did you stop somewhere? Were you talking to someone!? I told you to go to school and come straight home, nothing more!" His voice rings throughout the house. "I wasn't talking to people, I didn't stop anywhere" I lied. He took one last sip of his beer and disregarded it by throwing it on the floor before grabbing tightly on to my hair. He pulled my hair and threw me into the nearest wall. I feel a throbbing pain in my face as his fist connects with my nose. Ouch. "Look at this house. You need to learn to clean up after yourself. Clean up this damn house. I'm going to bed." He says clutching his abdomen while walking up the stairs. "When you wake up me up for dinner th-this place better be spotless!" He yells. I felt underneath my nose and looked at my hand. Blood. I go to the bathroom and attempt to control this mess. Once getting it somewhat under control I grab a trash bag and begin cleaning up the trash and smelly plates with small flies hovering around the dishes. Ew. I look over one plate and realize that whatever used to be on this plate has now grown small white and green fuzz. I wash each plate trying everything in my power to not throw up. This is disgusting. I wander around the house picking up beer bottles, throwing them in the trash bag. Clank, clank, clank after each addition of an old bottle. I hear Gary upstairs stomping away at the floor before I hear him vomiting in the bathroom upstairs. Too much beer? This goes on for half an hour. Gary returns to bed as I began my homework. I took a break to search the cabinets in the kitchen for food to make for dinner. We're all out of eggs. I come across spaghetti noodles and tomato sauce. I guess I can make this. After the spaghetti was prepared I put some in a bowl and took it up to Gary's room. Knocking on the door there was no answer. The smell of Gary's hot date with the toilet linger in the hallway. Gross. I turn the door knob and enter his room. "Hey, I made spaghetti, you told me to wake up you up when dinner was done, I brought a bowl with me" I say. Gary doesn't move. I slowly approach him, getting closer with each step. "Gary?" I say shaking his shoulder. "GARY!" I yell. I hate this man, he's abusive, but I'm not a cruel human being. I reach over for the home phone on Gary's nightstand and dial 9-1-1. I begin panicking. An operator answers.

Operator: "Hello this is 9-1-1, please state your emergency and the location."

Me: "Umm my step dad, I think he's dead or something! He just went for a nap and won't wake up. I'm not sure what to do."

Operator: "Ma'am calm down. Is he breathing? Does he have a heart beat? Can you tell me the address you're at right now?"

I quickly check for any heart beat. A pulse. I didn't even realize I was crying until a tear dropped on my wrist.
Me: "Um, yeah he has a pulse"

Operator: "Okay, that's good. I have emergency vehicles less than 7 minutes away from your location. Let them in when they knock on the door"

Me: "Okay, thank you."
I sniffle and put the phone back. What happened?

Soon enough the paramedics knock on the door and enter the house to take Gary to the hospital. I get in the ambulance with them, coming along for the ride. Arriving at the hospital the paramedics rush out of the ambulance heading inside. When I got inside the hospital I was lost, I had no idea where the doctors swept him off too. What do I do now? I find a seat in the waiting room and sit down. I continually shift in my seat. People wait here for hours, the hospital can't invest in some comfortable seats?Soon I decide an hour is enough before going up to the information desk asking for an update on Gary. As I was at the desk a doctor emerges from a hallway and yells for the family of Gary Eastward. I look around, I guess it's just me. I approach the doctor and he gives me a strange look. I guess he wasn't expecting a 15 year old. "Hello, I'm your father's doctor, Dr. Faze." He says. I cringe at the word father. "He's my step dad" I correct. "Oh, my apologies" he replies. Awkward silence. "What's your name?" He asks. "Kathrine." I answer. "Okay, well, Kathrine. I think it's best if you take a seat" he says motioning towards the uncomfortable chairs behind me. Dr. Faze crouches on the ground and looks up to me. "Kathrine it is with my deepest condolences that I announce the passing of your step father. He suffered a very strange, rare and severe case of Salmonella, from what, were not sure. We did all that we could in our power. We announced his death at 7:23 PM. I'm sorry, Kathrine." He says with concern and sadness painted over his face. I stared blankly at the tiled floor behind his head. What am I going to do? I don't think my mom is coming back...I mean she's been gone for over four years. I don't have any aunts or uncles or grandparents. "Kathrine" Dr. Faze says. I sit still. "Kathrine" Dr. Faze tried again shaking my shoulder. I come back to reality. "Hey, do you have anyone I can call? Your mom? Aunt? Uncle?" He asks. I shake my head. Dr. Faze turns to the nurse at the information desk mouthing something to her. She picks up the phone and dials numbers on the key pad. Dr. Faze stood up and sat in the chair next to me. We sat in the waiting room until a lady walked through the sliding doors wearing a black blazer and a dark grey pencil skirt holding a binder, she was approaching me. "Hello, Dr. Faze. You must be Kathrine Eastward? Hi, my name is Melinda Flynn and I have been assigned to your case. I'm from Child Protective Services." she says. My case? What the hell is going on? "I have a found a top rated foster home, the foster parent there is one of the best, they say" Melinda continues. A foster home!? "I'm not going to a foster home. I'm not a foster kid " I protest. "Dear, your mother and now step father have passed away and there are no other family members, this is the only option. I'm sorry." She said. This lady is really anno- did she just say my mother is dead? No she's not. She's in some other country doing who knows what for work. "Um, you have your facts wrong, my mom isn't dead." I argue. "August 15th, Kim Eastward passed away in Kenya, Africa. United States Medical officials confirmed the passing of Kim at about 6:27 AM" She said clearly annoyed. A little bit insensitive. Tears escape my eyes. My world is coming crashing down right before my feet. "Alright, stand up. Let's go. We'll need to go to your past home to collect your belongings, the foster family is expecting you tonight, so let's make this choppy." Melinda says. My past home. It was my home an hour ago, things change so fast. Things that you never saw coming can hurt you the most. Melinda and me walked out to her car. The car ride to my house was silent and awkward until Melinda broke the silence. "Kathrine, what are those bruises from on your face and shoulders? Are there anymore marks I should know about?" She asks. "They're nothing" I say too tired to say anything more. "I hate liars, Kathrine. As the person your case it's essential for me to know any abuse and notable events" She says. I stay silent. Melinda huffs with annoyance. We pull into the driveway. "Go into the house and pack your bags then we will head to your new house. Please be quick, we do not have all night." She says. I roll my eyes and head inside. I take everything out of my closet and dresser stuffing my bags to the points where they could barely be zipped up. All my stuff was packed up and I was about ready to shut off the lights when I looked back at the empty room, sniffling. I drop all my bags, running over to my window to say goodbye to the dancing lights of New York Cilty. I replay all the lonely nights when I hid in my room to get away from Gary. I would watch the lights flicker and change each second. It was mesmerizing. This was the best window in the house. Goodbye to my getaway. Goodbye to the peace and comfort of the skyline and dancing lights. I gathered my bags once again and shut out the light. I close the from door and say final goodbyes. The house holds the good, the bad, the ugly. I hope the next owners treat this house better than what my family gave. The next owner will be able to enjoy the dancing lights as I once did. I sigh. Throwing my stuff into Melinda's trunk, we leave and go to this "top rated" foster home. It's a foster home, how does it get top rated? Do people go on yelp and give 5 stars and reviews? Ugh. I can't wait to get in a bed.

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Hope you're enjoying so far and Oooooooooboy I'm writing future chapters right now and oooooohooooooboy I....this...this is gonna get interesting. Again, paciencia y fe we will will get to the zest...you gotta build your foundation before the house and before you can live in it. I'll be writing :) ~LinsDeadPonyTail