I haven't written a story here for 3 years, so I've decided to come back! Here is the first of my new story, I hope you enjoy.
I had Holly slip this book into her bag today. It's getting harder for me to get away with stealing things in stores, I guess I'm growing too old for it. Holly is only 11, atleast most people understand when a kid steals somthing. When a 16 year-old steals, the store owner knows I know better. Even better then that Holly is skinny and looks more like a 7 year old.
I had her pick up a book that she liked too. I'm trying to teach her how to read and write better. She knows the basics, but she never finished kindergarten. Her handwriting is barely legible and she reads like a first grader. If I'm to succeed as the adult figure in her life I figure this is one of the most important things.
I'm worried that she can't tell wrong from right anymore either. We've lived on the streets all of her life that she can remember. We've always stolen from shops to get by, and I don't think she realises it's a wrong thing. To her it's just how we live. She doesn't know it's not how everyone lives. I try to tell her that we only steal food and clothes when we need them- never toys or big expensive things. Every now and then I catch her stealing things we don't need. Any money we find in the streets we save.
Once a year, on the anniversary of Heather and our Dad's car accident we use the money that we've saved to stay in a Motel. It's a great break for the two of us, and we love getting to sleep in a bed and watch tv all night. That night was last night. It was the first time that Holly ever really asked me about Mom and Dad and Heather. I hadn't thought about it in so long, I didn't really know what to tell her. That's when I decided we should keep diaries to write in. This way we'll never forget important things that happen in our lives.
She asked me to write down what I remember about our family and she would do it to. She was only 3 when Heather and Dad died, so she can't really remember much. She was 5 when mom passed away though-she'll remember her. Mine will be so much longer.
8 years ago we were a normal, all-be-it poor, family. We loved eachother and we were happy. I was 8 years old, and my twin sisters were 3. We lived in a tiny little Apparment in the city and my dad worked as a self employed mechanic. He fixed cars at the empty lot down the street for half the price of a real mechanic. He didn't always have something to fix, and times got rough. Sometimes Dad asked me to sneak home extra school food from lunches and not to tell my mom. Other times Dad's business was great and we had tons of food every meal. It was just one of those things we never knew what was going to happen.
My mom never graduated High school. She dropped out and married dad when she was 17. So it was hard for her to find a job. She worked lots of temp jobs, like gardening or house sitting for rich people. I have one memory of going over to the grandest house I'd ever seen and eating a big fancy dinner at a huge table fit for 20 people- just our little 5 people family. We acted rich and Fancy all night. We even slept in the house that night- all of us in a big cushy bed.
My parents loved eachother very much. I don't have a single memory of them fighting or arguing. Even when times got hard and there wasn't anything to eat I never saw them shout. It was true love to them.
I remember April 6th. It's a day I will never ever be able to forget. It was a Wednesday. Mom was helping me with my homework and dad was picking up the twins from day care. Our phone was broken; if you didn't pick it up by the third ring it would hang up on the caller. So, when it rang my mom ran to pick it up. I just remember her screaming and crying and frantically yelling at me to get my shoes on.
we ran to the city bus stop and took it to the hospital. We waited for hours in a big white room. Other people came and went, lots of people crying, other people hugging and rejoicing. My mom didn't tell me what was going on. I cried and complained that I was tired and wanted to go home, but she just shushed me and told me to sit quietly and wait. A lot of doctors came out and talked to us, sometimes mom cried harder when they left and sometimes she stopped crying all together. I fell asleep and we stayed there all night.
My mom woke me up in the morning, telling me we could go see Holly. We went through white hallways with lots of big brown doors with numbers on them. When we saw Holly I was horrified. Her face was messed up with bruises and scratches. Her neck was in a brace and her left arm too. She was laughing at something one of the doctors was drawing on her cast. She smiled at us and begged my mom to pick her up and take her home. "Tomorrow" my mom said. I remember, and can almost hear her saying it right now.
They took us down the hallway to the ICU to see Dad and Heather. Heather was asleep and had hundreds of cords attached to her body. We weren't allowed in the room to see her, just able to look through the window. Holly cried that we couldn't go in, and she was scared of all the tubes on her sister. She was afraid she was a monster.
Dad was barely awake in the next room, but he smiled at us and held Holly's hand weakly. He said to her "I'm so glad you're okay, Holly." My mom mom asked him what happened but he didn't really remember anything more than someone t-boning him at an intersection. We left to go home.
We brought Holly home the next day and stayed at a friends house. Mom stayed in the hospital with Dad and Heather. Heather was the first to go. She didn't make it even 48 hours after the accident. I don't remember what had caused her death, I think it was brain damage or something. Dad died 3 hours later of a heart hemmorage. I found solace in the outdoors, and it made me feel better to cry outside. Mom tried to stay strong for Holly and me. She worked 3 jobs to keep us in our house and keep us feed. At first Holly seemed empty without Heather. Now when I ask her what she remembers about Heather, it isn't much more than a face.
mom got sick a lot, she worked too hard. She had to work though, she couldn't take off sick days. So it just got worse and worse. Until one day, when I was 10, I came home from school with Holly and the house was dark. Mom was always home when we came home from school. She took her lunch breaks late to see us. She didn't come home that night either. Nor was she home when we got up the next morning for school.
when I got to school the principal asked me to come to his office and told me Mom was in the hospital. I was devistated. The only memory I had of hospitals was Heather and Dad dying. At lunch I took Holly and snuck off school grounds to take the city bus to the hospital. Mom had a stress induced heart attack, and a stroke shortly after. I hadn't a clue what those words meant at the time.
She was still alive when we'd gotten to the hospital. She held my hand and said to me "always take care of Holly," then she died. In the rush of all the doctors an nurses into the room to try and bring her back, I took Holly by the hand and we walked out of the building.
I didn't cry, or I don't remember crying anyway. I was broken hearted, but I didn't want to act different in front of Holly. I knew that if someone got ahold of us they would seperate us. Holly was still young and cute, and someone would love to adopt her and take her home. They wouldn't want the 10 year old baggage that came with it. So we ran.
We've been on our own for 6 years, so I really do think we're doing alright. Neither of us have gone back to school, in fear of orphanages looking for stray children. So we stay out of the public eye. There are lots of places open 24/7 so if we need to use the bathroom it isn't hard to find somewhere clean to go.
Usually we sleep in an old barn that we found. It's been abandonded, and has a small back up genorator in the back of it. We only turn it on at night to turn on a few lights, then turn it back off in the morning. It's pretty cozy and safe for the two of us.
I figure in 2 more years I'll be 18 and I can leagally adopt Holly. Then I'll send her back to school. She'll have a lot of catching up to do, but she needs that. I only just turned 16 a few months ago, and I've been looking for jobs. When I get one Holly and I aren't going to know what to do with the money!
well, Holly is done writing her story and she wants me to read it. I'll write again when I get the chance.
Dear Diary: I'm an Orphan -Part One-
Jul 30, 2012 by notespeller2
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