Two Voices

“Being adopted should have been the best feeling of my life. But it felt nothing like it.”

Separated from their mothers only seconds after they first met. Mabel and Bridget became best friends over their passion to find their lost parents. They bonded over the discovery of their inhuman abilities and formed a somewhat inseparable relationship. When they discover the origin of their tragic past, they are willing to do anything to get their lives back.

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5. A Fake Family

Five

 

The hospital was gone. I guess I should have been happy. No more boring old formula milk and disinfected wooden toys. No more uncomfortable beds and endless injections. Being adopted should have been the best feeling of my life. But it felt nothing like it.

I knew my mum was out there. Somewhere. Thinking about me and wishing we were still together. That we weren’t separated the minute we met. I know I wasn’t normal then. That I could do things that no other human in the entire world would ever be able to do. I just didn’t see why they had to be so harsh about not knowing it!

My new mother carried me to their car. It was rusty and stained and smelled like it had been washed in a tub of frying oil. The car seat was hard and the seatbelt harshly pushed me against the seat. I suddenly really wanted the hospital back!

My new family was large! There were two twin boys who looked like they were just about seven, a smaller girl who looked like she was three, and the eldest girl who was almost fourteen.

“I’m Scarlett!” the eldest girl said in a silly kiddish voice, “This is your new family.”

I just stared at her. Slightly stunned. I was seriously going to live with these people. I had only just met them and now they expected me to call them my family? I don’t think so! My mum was probably in a different city waiting for the right time to take me back and I bet she wouldn’t have been happy when she saw the kind of car they were driving! Or the fact they were adopting me.

The car pulled up outside a block of council flats. My new mum took me out of the ancient car and carried me towards the flat stairs. The stairs were hard and crumbly and each step echoed into the dim light of day. Scarlett shoved a grey key into the lock and bashed the door open. I could have fainted in shock at the state of the home.

The carpets were a worn grey and hardly covered the splintering wood that separated us from the flat below. The walls were patchy and despite the gentle coat of sea foam blue paint, I could still see the remnants of mould patches stuck to the corners. The couch was worn down and had lopsided seats. I could just about see the kitchen and it was coated with all sorts of different foods and utensils. If that was where I was going to live, it definitely needed improvement!

“I told you she wouldn’t like the flat Mum!” Scarlett moaned, seeing my sad face.

“We did try to clean up!” Fake mum sighed, “We would have been able to finish if you had bothered to help.”

“I had important stuff to attend to!” Scarlett proudly announced.

“Please don’t tell me you went to bother our neighbours again for money!”

“You said I should find a way to earn my own pocket money. So I did.”

“Begging people for money is not a way to earn it.”

“Oh really…” Scarlett ominously sneered, “And I bet vacuuming dust bunnies and wiping away grime in a deserted hotel for a living is the perfect way to earn a living!”

Fake mum opened her mouth to argue but then closed it and drooped. I wanted to feel sorry for fake mum but I couldn’t help but blame her for my misery. I’d have preferred to wait for my mum at the hospital.

Scarlett took me out of Fake mum’s hands and carried me into the flat. The air went from musty to light as Scarlett took me into her bedroom and plonked me down on her bed.

Scarlett’s room was on another planet compared to the rest of the flat. She had a crimson carpet and indigo dyed walls without a single speck of mould to be seen. She had a single bed with a velvet-like cover the shade of the sky and a mattress softer than a feather on a newborn bird.

“Hey baby!” she clucked, stroking my cheek, “Do you like your new bedroom?”

I looked behind her and saw the multi-coloured cot against the wall. Thing were starting to look up.

“Yes!” I said, “It’s beautiful!”

Scarlett abruptly froze and stared at me like she had just seen a pig fly over Big Ben. I didn’t realise that she was surprised at me. Not until she spoke seconds later.

“You can… talk?” She stuttered, her eyes widening into saucers.

“Yeah!” I slowly said, confused at her shock. “Why does that surprise you?”

“Wow!” she whispered, “That is something I’ve never seen before!”

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