Some Years Later
It has been a while since I had been back in Miami. A lot of things have changed. I have grown up, toured overseas a couple times, and I have made a life for me. I have friends that I have known since I joined the army and they were coming to live in Miami too. Although, some of them were getting married and I was still my single self which I did not like very much.
The first thing Mark and I were going to was treat ourselves to was some good food. We did not even want to go set our bags down at his fiancee's house. We wanted to eat something good!
Lola got to come home after a few days in the hospital. It was nice to have her back. Some of the other kids were staring at her oddly because of her neck and arms. But she seemed not to care too much. Whenever she noticed that they were staring to much, she would turn, and make a funny face at them. But it was really good to have her back. We were inseparable during the days. Wherever one went, the other would follower. We were really close.
Lola had been here for a week and then things fell apart me. Some people came by and they adopted Lola. Our worlds had been ripped...
"Lola, please wake up," someone said, "please do not leave me like everyone else has!"
I felt someone squeezing my hand. I looked over it was Kyle.
"Kyle," I said as I busted out in tears, "you are here and alive! Are you okay?!"
I thought I would never see him again. I thought they would have hurt him as much as they did to me.
"I am fine," he said as he wiped a tear away that slipped from my eyes.
I leaned over to give Kyle a hug and my ribs brushed against the arm of the bed. Man, it hurt; but it was not has bad as what happen to me.