Left To Survive

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5 PM

꧁ Aaron ꧂

I felt useless. I was just standing, watched how the ambulanciers put my sister on a gurney and got her outside of the house, into the ambulance. She was unconscious. I didn't know for how long she's been like this, she was already gone when I saw mom beating her up... pretty bad.

It was really bad this time.

She does that sometimes. A few times a month. But never to this stage.

When I walked into the room, I knew that she was not going to stop. She got into these moods sometimes, more and more, where she couldn't think straight. Where she couldn't act straight. Where she could beat her own daughter to death.

So I had to stop her, and I hit her on the head, not too hard, but hard enough for her to lose consciousness too. And then I called 911. Because Yara didn't look good at all.

And I was scared it was too late.

11 PM

I had left Yara in the emergency room, where the doctors kindly pushed me out and said the best thing I could do right now is to wait. So I waited.

"Yara Evans?" A doctor comes into the waiting room. I immediately stand up, and the doctor comes up to me. He was wearing surgical scrubs. I looked up at him hopefully. I've been praying, hoping, waiting. My anxiety got worse with the second. And now I will know how Yara was doing.

"Yara is stable," the doctor said with a smile. The weight that was built up on my shoulders vanished in a second. I could breathe again. She was going to be okay. Thank God. "Thank you," I told him, "Can I... Can I see her?" He nodded. "Follow me."

We walked through many white hallways, and I would be lost without the doctor. His name was Dr. Niels, and he told me that Yara had had an internal bleeding in some organs in her abdomen, and she had needed surgery. But it was successful, and she was stable. Dr Niels said she would be awake soon.

We finally arrived at her room, and I stayed in the doorframe to look at her. Bruises were all over her body, even though I could only see her arms, neck and face, I knew there were more. Even in her sleep she looked worried and in pain. Like she did every day. Our mom was really hard on her. And honestly, what she did yesterday, I was really proud of her. In her own way, she stood up to her, by running away. I wish I could stand up for her, for me.

I wish I could run away too.

I walked into the room. A doctor was checking her vitals, I think. She was noting stuff in a chart. I took a chair and sat down next to the bed, taking Yara's hand in mine.

I sat there for some time. She didn't wake up fast though, like Dr Niels predicted.

At a certain point a social worker came into the room. Interrogated me. I didn't say anything. I invented a story where Yara came into the house, already beaten up, and then fell unconscious.

I didn't mention our mom. If I would, they would take us apart, and me and Yara might end up in different places. Our whole family would be broken up. Our mom would be devastated, and she always told us that family is the most important thing, that it comes in the first place. So what choice did I have but to lie?

Twenty minutes later Yara woke up. Groggy from the morphine and tired from the surgery, but alive. Thank God, alive.

Dr Niels said she had to stay in the hospital for a few more days.

9 March

10 PM

꧁ Alisha ꧂

"Yara!" I ran up to her bed in the white hospital room. Yara's grumpy face squints against the light; I woke her up. Well, too bad. Slowly her eyes opened, and a light smile appeared on her face when she saw me. "Hey, you", she said. I smiled widely at her. I wanted to hug her, but stopped when I realized how badly damaged her body looked. Instead I sat down and took her fragile little hand in mine.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. I know, stupid question. Yara clearly thought the same, as she raises her eyebrows at me. "What do you think?" she told me.

The fake happiness drained out of my face. "I'll tell you what I think. You need to get out of the house," I told her. Yara turned her face away from me. Nobody told me who did this to her, but I knew it was her mother. That woman was crazy. She was crazy and I didn't want my best friend near her ever again.

I also knew that Yara never spoke about this with me. She just shut up until I started talking about something else. And I know she wouldn't answer me now either. So I changed the subject.

"I got something for you," I said looking around in the bag that I took with me. After a bit I found her little succulent plant, and put it on the table next to her bed. Yara stared at it. "How does it already look so much better after one night with you?" she asked shocked. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her.

We talked until visitor's hour was over. I went home. I skipped school today for Yara, and I'm going back to her in a few hours.

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A/N:
Sorry for the late post today! Yeah I hate Yara's mom too she's crazy :)
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