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.


7. Time To Move On



Scarlett wouldn’t stop prompting me. She kept finding pictures of things on her phone and telling me to tell her what it was. I could tell her things like that and more. I wasn’t just a mindless baby that was going to turn one in a few days. I did have a mind of my own. Why no one realised that I could never understand!

“How do you know what all these things are?” she asked, “You’re only eleven months old.”

“I don’t know how I know it!” I shrugged, “I just do!”

Scarlett picked me up and spun me about. I saw the colour of the wall swirl around her in a kaleidoscope of colour. She dropped me back onto the bed and we collapsed into heaps of laughter.

“You are the coolest sibling I’ve ever had.” Scarlett said, “You’re so much more fun than David, Daniel and Millie. It’s a shame you’re adopted though…”

She stopped and looked at me.

“You do know that you’re adopted right? That you’re not really related to any of us”

I nodded. I had known that from the minute they took me out of the hospital. I was so content on finding my mum but any person would realise that you could never find your real parents as long as you’re living with a different family. I knew I had to get over it but I couldn’t. I needed to find her. I had to.

Scarlett carried me back to the living room where a baby chair had been put out with a tiny bowl of cherries and juice in a baby cup.

“I got you something to say welcome.” Scarlett muttered in my ear.

She wedged me into the baby chair and picked up the spoon lying on the table.

“Here comes the flying saucer!” She joked.

I giggled and opened my mouth wide. The cherries burst in my mouth and I giggled with pleasure. I was finally moving away from the hospital’s boring creamed foods and stepping into a world where I was accepted as a real person. Someone who never had to live their first eleven months of life in a hospital being labelled as someone who is medically ‘different’. Someone who could be normal!

I let Scarlett feed me all the cherries and greedily gulped down the juice. It was a light and clean tropical juice. Nothing like the thick, cream-like tomato juice I had to drink in the hospital.

Scarlett brought me back to her bedroom and laid me in my cot.

“Good night Bridget,” She whispered, “Tomorrow’s a big day for you!”

Scarlett switched the light off and climbed into her bed. She didn’t bother to change clothes or tie up her waist length black hair. I guess she didn’t mind combing out the knots the next day!

I watched the clock in the corner of the room tick away the seconds. I watched the smallest hand move from the number one to the number twelve. Then I smiled. A smile that could wipe away the worries of the whole world. It was midnight. The first hour of the 20th of September. The first hour of my first birthday.

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