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This was not how my life was supposed to go.
“Hey honey, can you come in here for me”
A nurse calls me, I'm not supposed to be here. In the hospital waiting room among the sick and the old, I am young and I'm perfectly healthy. Yet I still obey. I get up and head toward the lady with a soft voice. She wants to know if I'm okay. I'm scared.
“Ok champ can you sit on the exam bed for me” she coos softly
I hate when people do that, they treat me like a baby bird that's been shaken out of a tree. I don't like being seen as weak. I don't like special treatment. I don't like being in this situation.
She asked me basic questions about my health and asked me to show me all the marks on my body; It's for the police. My father Dario is currently being arrested for the assault and murder of my mother. I don't have a place to stay anymore. I am being examined for the evidence against my father. Im cold and near naked in this small room while the lady writes down things on a computer screen that I assume I'm not supposed to look at. She notes all the bruises, all my scars with minimal questions. After a while she's done with me and I'm told to reclothe myself and seat myself in the waiting room again.
The room reeks of the alcohol from the hand sanitizers mounted on the walls. The room also lacks much sound besides the cough of a elderly person occasionally, it unsettles me. A very tall person sits beside me, they have long purple hair, tied half back.
“Dio Brando I assume?"
I glance over to this man. He's a very stern looking person.
“Yea.. I am he”
“ My name is Kars and I'm from child protective services”
Great.
“Dio, you probably understand that there is nobody here that can care for you at the moment"
“Yeah no shit. Thanks for rubbing it in" I look at the blue and grey patterns on the carpet.
The man turns toward me in an attempt to make eye contact. I'm not particularly fond of this idea so I keep my head down.
“I'm not here to make a fool out of you I'm here to help” he opens a file while he says this “would I be correct to say that you do not know your grandparents”
“Mothers or fathers”
“Is there difference between those answers”
“No” I mumble
“So its correct that you do not know your mothers parents Wilhelm and Bella Pendleton”
“It's the first time I've heard of their names.” My mother was seventeen when she was pregnant with me. Her parents didn't want her anymore, she had no choice but be with the man that would take her life. They disowned me once from their lives, why should I beg for them back.
“Well Dio, I was on the phone with them and they have offered to take you under their wing”
“Do I have any other options”
“You can go to a foster home, but we like to keep families together,” he said with a tight smile.
“...”
"The adoption route is a trustworthy way, I would know. I have two kids I've adopted over the years”. He pointed to a small photo in his wallet containing him, a man with white hair and two young boys.
“I can assure you that you will be placed in hands that with care for you, we do check-ups to assure your safety”
“..okay”