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.


6. Away From The Hospital



“Is Mabel going to be my new sister?” My new sister asked.

We were about to leave the hospital. After one month of hanging out with someone who has experienced the exact same things as I had in my life. I was finally leaving the place I started my life. I should have been happy. I was finally going to see the world. See things I had never known existed before. But I couldn’t feel a single speck of happiness. My mind was clouded with grief. Without Bridget or my mum, I felt like my whole world was falling right through my hands. Bridget was my best friend. Mum was my mum! I needed them both more than I needed air to breathe!

My new parents wrapped a snow white shawl around me and strapped me into a carrier. They carried me out of the hospital and I stared. That was the first time I had ever seen the world outside. It was blindingly bright and I had to shut my eyes tightly as I was taken to my new parent’s car. They tenderly laid me in a baby carrier in the middle of the three leather seats and my new sister climbed into the car and sat on the edge.

The drive to my new house was tiring. I couldn’t stop staring at all the things I had seen in pictures that Bridget had to learn when we were in the hospital. The trees were like clumps of magic pieces on a stick.

The car pulled up by a tall white house. The window were tinted a light pink and the driveway was pebbled. My new parents took me out of the car. They carried me into the magical house and took me up the marble stairs to my new bedroom. I couldn’t help but smile at it.

The room was a glimpse of heaven! The walls were painted a cherry blossom pink and the carpet was a lavish turquoise. There was a purple four poster bed sitting in the middle and in the corner was a cot with flying toys circling the top of it. There was a neon coloured mat laid out in another corner with soft toys and Lego and all sorts of other toys. It was beautiful for little babies like me!

“This is your new home!” my new mum said, laying me down in the cot.

My new sister stared down at me.

“Now Kimberly,” My new dad lectured, “If you want to play with Mabel, you have to be very careful. She’s only two months old.”

“I told you I’ll be careful!” Kimberly whined, “This is my first ever sister. She’s precious to me!”

My new parents left the bedroom and then Kimberly turned to me.

“Hey baby!” She clucked, “Want to help me with my secret agent work?”

She picked me up and spun me around her room before dropping me down on her bed. I watched her mess around pretending to be an agent and giggled most of the time she was playing.

“LOOK OUT MABEL!” She shrieked, “There is an evil alliance chasing after you.”

She picked me up and spun me around.

“Don’t you worry baby. As long as you’re with me, nothing can go wrong.”

Back then I believed her. As long as I stayed with her, I would have been fine. Nothing would ever go wrong. I wish I could still believe that now.

Kimberly played with me for ages and ages before she was called for dinner. She gingerly carried me down the stairs and put me in the carrier again. That time it was at the dinner table.

“Did you get Diana to make a bottle for Mabel?” Kimberly asked as she sat down at the table.

“Of course I did!” My new mum exclaimed.

She clapped her hand and a short lady in a blue maids dress strolled into the dining room carrying a tray with the bottle full of warm milk on in. Kimberly took the bottle and shooed her out.

She put the tip of the bottle to my mouth and waited. I hesitated at first. In the hospital, they always forced the bottle into my mouth or use their finger to open my mouth and plant the bottle in. But Kimberly was nicer. She waited for me to open my mouth then held the back of the bottle firmly and tilted it as I drained it out of pure hunger. The milk was definitely richer than the kind they made me drink in the hospital!

“You’re a natural Kimberly!” my new mum said as I finished the milk off.

Kimberly just shrugged casually and put the milk down. She picked me up again and laid me against her shoulder. I snuggled into her indulgent hold. Her hands were soft yet firm. Just like Mum’s was when she held me that day. She patted me till I fell into a deep sleep.

“Wake up little Mabel.”

I was in my cot again. Kimberly was looking over me. She was dressed up in a lace nightie and her golden locks of blond hair were pulled back into a ballet bun.

“You look like you slept well!” She said, taking me out of the cot.

“I did.” I sighed, “That was the best nap I have ever had!”

She froze then. A look of horror and surprise covering her face. She shook her head in disbelief. Then she spoke again.

“Did you seriously just speak?” she stuttered, “Or am I just going crazy?”

“I doubt someone like you would ever go crazy!” I reassured her. “And yes I can talk. I am human you know!”

“Whoa!” She whispered, “That is something I have never seen before in my entire life!”

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