Cry
You feel strangely sick with the thought, and hold you head over the
floor. You begin to cry, throwing up at the same time. Natalie runs
into the hallway, and brings you a bowl and a wet wash rag. "
Shhh. It's ok, Sara. " she gives you a hug, glad that it's not in
public because people would think...you know. Although your vomiting
has paused for a minute, hot tears rinse away the little make up you
still have on.
" I-I- don't know. " you manage over the tears. " I am
so very scared. What can we do? " Natalie just screams at the top
of her lungs, and you hug her.
Finally, the saying Friends Are Important that your mom always said
has some meaning to it.
Natalie has a cozy warm bed next yours, draped in a thin, sky blue
blanket and finished with a fluffy feather pillow. Your bed is stained
and dirty, its structure made of a very thin wood that breaks easily.
Natalie begins to speak, but her voice is very weak. " Sara, what
will you do if your father earns custody? "
