Over the next few years I learnt a lot. I had begun figuring out how to sneak out of the living quarters and into the hospital. It wasnt hard once I learnt how to pick locks. I saw the “miracle of life” YUCK. Honestly Seeing my best friend Winnie give birth wasn’t beautiful or anything. it was just gross!
I also saw the cruelness of the doctors. I saw a woman give birth. She looked to be of african descent. Once she gave birth the Doctors held her son. She was crying. I made out from her lips that she was telling them to give her her baby. Another one of them came up behind her with a knife in hand. He cut her throat ear to ear and I heard their loud laughter as they watched the new mother bleed to death on the floor.
So far nothing triggered my memory. One day I managed to break into the office. I looked through the drawers and I found some photographs…They looked so familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. One photo was of a child. She looked so familiar to me yet I didn’t know why. I just knew though. These were people from my past. These photos were of my real family. I hid them in my clothes and sneaked out. returning to my room I talked to my other friend Rachel.
She came and went as she pleased and only I could see her but I knew she was real. I mean she was just magical right?
“Kind of. Look on the back of this one, it says it is of a girl called Erin Simm.”
“You know. She kinda looks like you. Maybe she is your baby sister?”
“Maybe she is. But If I had little siblings why did they take me?”
“I don’t know Hayley. This one looks quite familiar too.” Rachel said, pointing at a photo of a family. A lot of these people looked familiar I just didn’t know why…The pictures hadn’t triggered my memory but it seemed like the Doctors had tracked my family for years. Why did they wait until I was 12 to take me?
I had the strangest feeling that soon I would find out. And I was right…