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Faith, Trust, and a little bit of Pixie Dust	By : xMissMatchx Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 6157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three
A New Life
“This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong.”
Never in my fifteen years of life did I think something like this could happen. Never would I ever expect my life would take such a sharp and violent turn. I swear it almost doesn’t feel real. Like I’m numb to everything that’s been happening the past couple of days. I didn’t want to believe it. But it is real, I knew it was real because of the pain I feel, and it feels like it’s eating away at me. I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept, and I haven’t said more then probably two words to anyone since they took her away from me. How could they take her from me? More tears came to my eyes as I thought of her having to handle this, all alone, no one there to comfort her. Reopening my eyes I stared at my ceiling through a blurry gaze. My small hands griped the small teddy bear tighter as I held my shaky breath in trying my hardest to fight the tears that so badly wanted to flow down my pale cheeks.
I walked into the large building, Katie’s hands tightly attached to mine. No way in hell would she let go of me. I smiled down at her small body, squeezing her hand a little bit in return. Silently trying to let her know it was okay, I was here for her.
~***~
“Right this way ladies.” The woman, Clara, called us over to a dark brown desk, two chairs seated across from her chair where she had already sat down. Stacks and stacks of paper resting on both sides of the small desk. Pulling a pair of glasses from her desk she grabbed a few pieces of papers off of one of the many stacks of papers. “I know this is the last thing you want to do right now, but I need some information from you.” She explained not even looking up from her papers, too engulfed with the information they held, the secrets they told. I nodded my head hoping she saw it. I wasn’t sure if I had a voice anymore. “You’re mother is Karoline Marie Garlend, and your father is James Lee Garlend, correct?” She looked up from her paper, her honey brown eyes piercing into my light green orbs. I nodded my head. My heart beat speeding to an unnatural rate. I didn’t know what was with this woman but it seems every time my eyes met hers, my heart would begin to have a panic attack. Heat flooding to my face, and my hands unable to stay still. I’m not clear as to why this happened to my body, but I’m certain it would never cease to rear its ugly face. “Do you have any other relatives?” She asked, her attention shifting from me and back to her paper. A pen in her hand as she vigorously wrote information down, my information. Squinting I tried to spy on what she was writing, but it was so sloppy my eyes couldn’t comprehend one letter from another. They just looked like one big mess of scribbles
“Yeah, back in America we have grandparents but I don’t know where they are. We haven’t seen them in over ten years.” I explained, rubbing Katie’s head as she snuggled up next to me, her eyes closed. Breathing clam and collected. “I think their names where Dottie and Charles.” I answered her question before she could even ask it. She nodded her head at me with a small smile.
“Well, we will do our best in finding them but until then we're going to have to place you in an orphanage.” My eyes widened as I looked at her. Never did I think I’d be come an orphan.
~***~
My eyes shot open as an all too familiar pain rushed to my heart. With a soft groan I turned over in my bed. Staring at the wall now, the very nicely decorated wall. It was a baby pink with flowers and butterflies hand painted on the walls, it was very beautiful. But I couldn’t care less. It didn’t matter how much these people cared for me or how pretty their walls were. If I didn't have my sister, I didn’t have anything. I flopped back over onto my back. I couldn’t stay here. I needed her, and she needed me. With a growl I threw the covers off my body and jumped up from my tiny twin sized bed. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and slowly walked towards the dresser careful not to hit any of the squeaky boards. Kneeling down I picked up my bag and opened the bottom drawer.
~***~
“Charlie, how’s your stay so far?” Clara asked, her eyes avoiding mine at all cost. She was holding something back, but I couldn’t tell what. I didn’t think much of it and just shrugged. Her eyes flashed to mine as she awaited my answer. Again I shrugged tearing my eyes away form her and pulling them to the ground. What was I supposed to say to her? Tell her the truth? The bed sucked, the kids are brutal and I wanted to go back home? The truth just wouldn’t cut it. So I lied.
“It’s alright, we’re settling fine.” I mumbled my hands clasped together to stop them from fidgeting around in my lap.
“Oh, well that’s nice,” She mumbled. It was clear that she hadn’t even paid any attention to what I had just said. Clapping her hands together she turned her honey brown eyes to me. “Well, I have some good news and some bad news.” I nodded my head trying my hardest not to let her see my smile fade into a frown. “The bad news is you’re grandparents passed away two years ago, and you don’t have any other known relatives,” I tore my eyes away from hers. I was hoping and praying that our distant grandparents would pull through for us and we’d have some where to go. Shaking my head I looked back at her ridding the disappointment that was leaking in me for the time being. It really wasn’t their fault they died.
“What’s the good news?” I asked my voice cracking a little as I asked her. A bright smile formed on her face and I couldn’t help but smile as well. It was contagious.
“Well, you and Katie have homes waiting for you.” My smile widened. Sure it wouldn’t be my real family but it would beat living in an orphanage for the rest of my life. I could attempt to be happy and normal again. I could go back to school and see Riley.
“That’s grate!” I exclaimed scooting forward on my chair. “I can’t wait to tell Katie where adopted, I wonder what our family will be like?” I rambled on. Not really paying attention to her reaction or that fact that she was trying to get my attention. The excitement of being part of a semi real family again was too overpowering for me to contain myself.
“Well, actually Charlie... you and Katie have been given to two different homes.” My heart stopped as soon as the words had left her chapped lips. My mind began to process what they had meant in my head. I shook my head my eyes brows furrowed.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I asked, anger and confusion beginning to build in the pit of my stomach. She looked at me and mouthed a sorry. I shook my head standing up, and slamming my hands against her desk. “You can’t do this! I’m not leaving her!” I yelled at the woman before stomping off to were I knew Katie was.
“Charlie!” Clara shouted after me, her heels clicking not to far behind me. I ignored her as I kept walking. “Charlie” She breathed as she grabbed my arm jerking me back to her. I winched in pain as her finger tips and sharp nails dug into my bare skin. No doubt leaving a bruise. “I’m really sorry, believe me I am. But there is nothing we can do about it now and you’re foster parents will be here within the hour.” She explained brushing a piece of her brown hair behind her ears. I shook my head as tears began welling up in my eyes. Snatching my arm from her I continued on my way.
I sat on my bed holding a hysterical Katie in my arms. I rocked her back and forth as I looked out the dingy, dirty window a scowl on my face.
“Please don’t go...” She mumbled into my chest. I rubbed my hand on her pale tear stained face. “Please Charlie, don’t leave me.” She choked out, her breathing becoming broken every time she tried to take a breath in. I rocked her harder patting her back.
“I’ll never leave you Katie,” I mumbled to her. “I’ll always be in your heart, whenever you need me, you reach deep down in there and I’ll always be there.” I finished as I kissed her forehead, smiling as she lifted her gray eyes to mine. I pulled her body closer to mine. “I’ll come for you...” I whispered in her ear holding back more tears that threatened to come.
“Charlie. It’s time to go.” Clara announced standing in the door way. I nodded my head accepting my fate.
“No!” Katie shouted jumping off my lap and running to Clara, dropping to her knees she grabbed the other woman's hand. “Please don’t take her, not yet, please can I have just a few more minuets?” Katie pleaded. Clara mouth opened but she quickly closed it. Slowly I walked over to Katie, a deep pain in my chest.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” Clara said as softy as she could, gently ripping her hand away from Katie’s. Walking the short distance from the bed to where Katie and Carla stood I dropped down to my knees in front of Katie pulling her into my arms. She wrapped her small arms as tight as she could around my neck.
“I’ll always be here, I’ll find you, and we will be together, don’t ever forget that.” I whispered into her hair as the tears I’ve been holding back finally came. I didn’t have any strength left to hold them back any longer. I pulled away from Katie, my emerald eyes locking to her cloudy gray ones. Those eyes, I’d miss them the most. Before standing I gave her a soft peck on the cheek. “I’m ready.” I said to Carla my voice dead of all emotion. She nodded and turned to leave, my Katie’s loud voice calling my name stopped me.
“Take berry, he’ll keep you company.” I smiled down at her as I took the small black bear from her outstretched hands. My lips began to quiver as I looked at her sad tear stained face.
“I love you.” I mumbled my voice barely audible.
~***~
I whipped the tears from my eyes as I grabbed a few of the belongings I was able to salvage from my old home and stuffed them sloppily into my backpack. I didn’t know where she was, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that she was all alone and she needed me just like I needed her. I’d wonder around London all day and night for the rest of my life if it meant that I would find her. I needed to find her. Hold her in my arms.
Walking back over my bed my bag already over my shoulder. I grabbed the bear and pushed open the large double windows. Gulping the random spit that had formed in my mouth down, I stepped out the window. Sitting down on the shingled roof as soon as my feet where securely positioned. Slowly I inched myself towards the end. The plan was to get to the end off the roofs top and hang off the edge and drop down to the ground safely. Well as safe a drop from a small ledge could be.
“Okay, you can do this.” I whispered to myself as I slowly slid down the roof top. It wasn’t that high up so falling wouldn’t kill me. Hopefully. My heart began to pound as the edge came near. My breathing increased as did my heart as I slowly gripped the edge of the roof with my hands. Now all I had to do was slide further down, dangle and then drop. “I can do this.” I reassured myself as inched closer turning my body onto my stomach, I began to lower myself, my one leg still on the ledge for extra support.

Right as I was about to remove my foot and dangle, said foot slipped on one of the tiles sliding me down the roofs edge faster then expected. In a quick attempt to save myself I attempted to grab the roofs edge with my hands but my reflexes were just little too late as my finger tips grazed the edge bending it down and making an awful loud snap. My eyes opened wide as I felt my body falling fast to the ground. I wanted to scream but my vocal cords were silent from fear.
I groaned as I hit the ground, my backpack absorbing most of the damage but not all of it. “Damn.” I cursed under my breath as I slowly turned over to my side and began to stand. My body wobbling from left to right and eventually dropping me back down to the ground.
With an annoyed groan I tried again. I made too much noise; I had to be away from here before anyone noticed I wasn’t in my room anymore. Standing to my full height of five foot three inches, I darted away from the house ignoring my bodies screams for me to stop.
I didn’t know where I was going, but it didn’t matter to me. I’ve lived in London since I was five I was sure I’d have a good idea of where everything was. After I was a good distance away from the house I slowed my pace down to a steady walk allowing my lungs to take a break. “Where am I?” I mumbled to myself as I looked around the unfamiliar park.
Illuminated in a tint of orange due to the street lights placed around the area. I stood in the middle of a beautiful park; there were some benches to the left of me, a gorgeous water fountain in font of me and a playground to my right. Tears began to well in my eyes as I began to realize I was lost, not only lost, but tired and sore. I wanted to give up. I wanted to go back, but I didn’t even know where back would be. “How long did I run?” I asked myself as I turned around in circles. Wiping the few tears I that had falling down my cheek I scanned the area with my eyes. Looking for a good place to take shelter for the night. I couldn’t figure out where I was unless I had proper sunlight.
Kitty corner from where I was standing was a bridge, a traffic bridge. With a new batch of sobs rising up in me I walked over to the bridge. Throwing my backpack down onto the slightly slanted cement wall of the bridge I laid down in front of it. It was spring, so a blanket wasn’t necessary. It was a little chilly but my hoodie and jeans here doing just fine keeping me warm.
Pulling my hood up, I rested my head on the bag. Katie’s bear tucked neatly in my arms as I closed my eyes a few tears squeezing out between my eyelids. I let them fall down my face, too exhausted to wipe them away. Sleep took over me quickly, and I soon found myself dreaming.
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