Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: Well this was quite the story that you have here. It went up and down quite sharply and did all sorts of things pretty fast. It definitely took me on a bit of an emotional roller coaster(which means you did a wonderful job of conveying emotion) and the whole thing had a really nice overall flow to it.
Anyway let's get right to it,
Jasmine was twelve years old, and obnoxious. For the longest time, I wanted nothing to do with her. Her skin was this gorgeous deep brown, with maroon tints, and her short black goddess hair was in elegant braids that she’d later tear out in a fit.
Well that is a pretty good description that you've got there. Certainly gets a nice little picture across here.
She liked to wear long, willowy African garments, and she never left her room without her “blankie”. She was young for her age, but most people who had been through what she had are.
The word "blankie"....that's just such a sweet little touch there.
Sarah was a sweetheart, pretty sane unless you saw her left arm. It was made up of only scar tissue and hundreds of tiny cuts. Little red lines covered her entire forearm; like a puzzle. Kind of beautiful, actually. Like art.
Well how that happened to her arm is information that I think I won't be asking for.
Leslie walked in. She’d been here the longest out of all of us, and was going to a residential treatment center in New Mexico soon. She was looking better today; her hair was brushed, at least. She saw Jasmine and sat down next to her.
Ohh now we get a sense of where this story is actually set and it does not like a very cheerful place to me.
Breakfast ended, and it was time for community meeting. Community meeting consisted of stating and writing our daily goals up on the board, reading the quote of the day, (usually some wise words of overcoming obstacles by a dead man), and coming up with how we felt that morning.
That line ended up sounding way funnier than it should have.
When it was Jasmine’s turn, she didn’t talk.
Through the next week, Jasmine was constantly disruptive. She had multiple codes called on her each day (code grey – when a patient goes nuts and becomes a physical danger to themselves or others and has to be restrained. In Herrick, there was a bed with straps in a sterile, locked room.), was rude to the rest of us, and was ridiculously immature. I really hated her company. If she had been showing some real emotion, it might have been different, but as it was she was just being difficult.
Well that sounds harsh and painful...you're definitely capturing the essence of this scenario decently well.
Jasmine had behavioral problems, and her parents weren’t willing to deal with them. She had an older brother she adored, but wouldn’t see again. Her parents disowned her.
She’d been from state facility to state facility, in foster care, and then to Herrick. They were just holding her until they found another facility that would take her.
She couldn’t stop crying. It became violent and hysterical, and a staff member came over. He told us we weren’t allowed to talk to her right now, and made us leave.
And that is a really sad story to have. That's a very cruel thing to happen to a poor child like that.
When we left, though, she only became more upset. She didn’t want to talk to these adults that treated her like a delinquent; she needed somebody her age, someone who’d understand her.
That is definitely a reasonable request that they should probably have provided but I suppose this one is not a nice establishment.
A few days later, Leslie left for the long term center in New Mexico. Jasmine was crushed, but Leslie promised to call and gave her a lizard beanie baby.
I can't fathom how she would have managed to acquire the beanie baby but okay.
When she fractured her arm and tore her hair out in a fit, and came back from the emergency room, I took care of her. I got her hair up into a ponytail that hid the bald spots, and when she discovered that the metal rod in her splint was removable, I made her give it to the staff. The weeks went by, and other patients came and went…but my sister and I were kept there. It was a strange, lonely and sad love we shared. I came to love Jasmine so much that I even asked my parents if we could adopt her. Both of my parents adored Jasmine, but it just wasn’t possible.
That sounds like a nice change of tone there coming through all the darkness that came before it.
Finally, a group home accepted her. It was nearby, only a few hours away, and she’d been there before. She gave me the number and I promised to call her when I got out. That last day, she wrote me a letter with pink and blue puff balls to hang on my wall. (I still have it now.)
That was nice of her....we can definitely see a bond forming between the two through these parts here.
Two years have passed, and I have recovered completely from the issues that I was hospitalized for. I still try to find Jasmine every now and then, but I know I won’t. I want my little sister to know I love her, and think about her every day. Maybe one day, when we are adults, we will pass and recognize each other – just for a second. Smile for the stranger, and keep walking.
As long as my little sister is happy in the end.
And then we go and get ourselves a bit of a bittersweet ending there. Now I don't know whether to be hopeful or sad because of this. At any rate you've done a great job bringing out emotions in this one.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall this was a pretty nice story to read. I enjoyed it and genuinely felt quite sad by that ending. Now I really want to read a followup story where these two get to meet each other because it really is much too sad to just leave things off here. I will at least look for such a part 2 knowing very well that 15 years after it was published you're never going to see this.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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