Out In The "Sticks".

I stare out the slightly tinted windows at the scenery passing by. Full of trees, fields, cows, the usual out here in the "sticks". I lean my head against the window and drown my thoughts with my headphones. I sit up as my headphones are yanked out of my ears, I sigh softly. It's either that or throw a nasty look at the woman who's just trying to help me. "About five minutes Livy" my case worker, Susan tells me, I just nod. We pull into a drive way with a little blue sign, a homey touch i think to myself. We get out and walk over to a couple that's there to greet us, I answer them with a forced smile. I walk away as Susan starts the same old "your house is lovely" "prime location" blah blah blah. As I slip out of sight in the water garden I hear her explain my childhood. Im quite grateful there's a bench behind me, I curl up on it. As I stare at the fish making lazy circles I think of my situation. It's been almost a year since I first met Susan, the day the fire happened. Of course it's not the firefighters fault as to why I was the only one out and neither one of my parents made it. Finding a home is hard, my poor case worker, she has to work with the qualities I have, a mute scarred teenager. I sit up quickly when I hear the rustling of leaves suggesting someone coming towards me. I look over to see the woman sitting next to me watching the fish. I stiffen a little and turn back to the fish, I never was good at making friends. After about twenty minutes, I jump when she finally speaks. "Livy, I know you don't know me, and I don't know you. But sometimes it takes two broken souls to make each other whole" she whispers softly as she places her hand over her stomach out of habit, but I know the baby was lost. I look over at her startled. Could it be? Perhaps things could get better because of this broken woman next to me? I smile, truly smile, when she holds her hand out to me. For once I know things will be okay, and I place mine in hers.