Prose

lucky (sarah)

written by: babeestars

The hospital was horrible, people were friendly, everything was clean and smelled like disinfectant, it wasn't really loud, but all I could think of was what had happened and how my life would never be the same again. "ok Sarah, your leg isn't broken like we suspected, you've been extremely lucky, there's defiantly going to be more bruising and swelling so we'd like to keep you in a bit longer to make sure there are no complications but you'll be able to go home tonight. I smiled politely.
"Thank you."
"Don't go running into roads again, ok?" I nodded. He walked out the pulling the curtain shut behind him. Fresh tears brimmed in my eye lids. "You're not my family," that's what she'd said. I picked up my mobile from the small table beside me and switched it on. I couldn't face talking to her, or her mum, but I couldn't just lie here and let her walk out and never know, surely this was the best thing, right? I opened a text message, 'you have to tell her.' And sent it, but not to a mobile, I sent it to the home phone, hoping that this way Katie would start to question her, I knew she would, she was like me.
"Sarah! Oh my god, are you ok? They said you'd been in a car accident" he wrapped his arms around me.
"I'm fine, a few bruises, nothing serious."
"What happened?"
"I wasn't looking where I was going; you know what I'm like. Can I go home now?"
"I'll go talk to the doctor" he walked out leaving me in peace, I wasn't happy to be on my own but I didn't want all these questions either.
I had to wait 2 hours until they finally let me go, Dan's parents took me home, I still hadn't phoned my parents because they wouldn't be able to get here and I didn't have to. They'd just worry anyway, and I was fine. Dan came in with me when I got home; he said he'd walk home after he'd made sure I was ok. And right in that moment I loved him so much, I loved him more than words, he'd been there so much for me and I'd completely shut him out. He didn't even know about my parents or my real family. I was an idiot and I felt so guilty. He sat me down. "Is there anything you want? Anything I can give you?"
"I want you." I told him, I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer. He sat down on the sofa next to me and I climbed onto him like a small child would, but unlike a small child I kissed him, and he kissed me. He ran his hands through my hair which was now loose around my shoulders. "I was so worried about you." He whispered in my ear.
"I've got some things I should tell you. Please don't hate me for not saying anything sooner, but you've got to understand how difficult I've found it, and you're the first person to find out. My eyes started to well up.
"Oh Sarah," he pulled me close into his body. My head resting on his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breathing.
"Dan, I'm adopted." His grip stiffened on my body, I pulled away uncomfortably and turned my back to him, looking out the window at nothingness. He put his hand on my shoulder but it didn't feel the same.
"Sorry." He said
"What for?"
"I shouldn't have reacted like that, I'm sorry, I can't imagine what you're going through."
"It's not that big a deal."
"Not a big deal! Sarah you just found out the people who you called mum and dad all you life are not your mum and dad at all and your real parents could be anyone."
"My real parents aren't just anyone."
"Oh so you know them do you?" he said sarcastically.
"Yes." I murmured quietly.
"Hold on, how long have you known you were adopted, and about your family."
I found out 4 months ago, I did some digging, I had a suspicion, and well I checked it out, and I was right, so I know my family, after I finally plucked up the courage to talk to them about it face to face, that was about two months ago, since then everything has gone downhill."
"So who are they? Do they live far? What do you mean suspicion?"
"They live a few minutes away." I answered, "my sister, she was a friend, we were close, but now ii don't know."
"Are not as close because she's found out your her sister?" I shook my head.
"She doesn't know."
"What?"
"I spoke to her mum, my mum. She doesn't want her to know."
"What? Why?"
"She's scared that she'll loose her if she knows."
"Sarah what do you mean?"
"she was seven when I was given away, it broke her heart to see her little sister go, that's what she told me anyway, she always wanted to be a big sister, see she's the youngest of many. So her baby sister got given away, and adopted. She never stopped hoping they would meet again, when the girl looked for her real family, but I guess she found her sooner than expected. She doesn't know I'm her sister, her mum doesn't want her to know she's known her sister for 3 years without knowing, and she doesn't want me to tear the family apart by turning up and saying "hey I'm you baby sister that was given away at birth" because then it will bring back all the old resentment from the beginning." He looked at me confused, I wasn't surprised I just confused myself as well, and I knew how the story went.
"What's her name? Your sister, what's her name?"
"I can't tell you, it's not that I don't want to, but if her mum still won't tell her I'm so scared she'll find out, and I don't want to be the one to hurt her. But, what does it matter now anyway? She never wants to see me again."
"Sarah, who is she?"I turned around and looked him in the eye, for the first time since my confession. I reached up and our lips met, we kissed. His tongue lightly tracing the lines on my lips.
"Katie."