Prose

someone who cared (sarah)

written by: babeestars

I closed my eyes and tilted my head up towards the water, letting it re-mould my features. I leant back against the cool tiles, the boiling water still curving over me. A week I'd been here. A week I'd regretted my decision. The best week of my life. I missed my mum and dad. But I had a new mum and dad, and now I had a brother, and sisters. I had a real family, who, no matter what happened in the past, loved me. I could finally see where I came from. Where I got my aqua eyes from or my blonde hair. I could finally be me and completely fit in, because I was around people the same as me. I was with my mum, my dad, my sister. Ok so some of my new family didn't live close, and admittedly some of them were still finding it hard to except that I was real, but some really loved me, were so glad id come back, and that I was here to stay. Some cared. That's all id ever wanted, right? So why was I finding it so difficult to let go. One week, and it seemed like a lifetime. But ti wasn't. My lifetime was still packed neatly in boxes, I hadn't unpacked yet, I don't know why. But I liked it like that at the moment. Something that was organized, I knew where everything was, because everything was categorically packed. Steaming water burning my skin, burning away all my sins, all my wrong decisions. Slowly turned my skin pink, then rosy red. Just letting it cascade over me. But no matter how hot I turned it, I would still be here, with biological mum and dad, and with Katie. And adoptive mum and dad would still be gone. I'd still be completely alone.