Restoring Hope

8. not my baby sister❤️‍🩹

Kaliyah P.O.V

Speeding down the road, I run red lights while subtly passing cars. Listening to the hum of the engine, everything comes back full speed.

Alex almost raped me.

That is definitely going to bring my mental health back down. I wonder where Alex is. I remember Josh being shot but what happened to Alex?

Maybe if I would've just stayed at Jasmines place then none of the would've happened. Maybe if she didn't leave me all alone...no I cannot blame this on her. Her dad is in the hospital it's not her fault. I just have to woman up and accept that I'm to blame....again.

I start thinking about how this will affect my mental health. I doubt I will get any sleep for awhile. And I can just throw away the option of going out anytime soon because that's not happening. Will this cause the thoughts to come back? I have a strong feeling that it will. But I can't focus on that right now, I need to push it aside for Hope. I have to stay strong for Hope even if I'm killing myself on the inside.

Sniffling and blinking away tears I turn on our road. No cars are at the house, thank God. I pull into the driveway to see that the front door is cracked open. No no no please don't say they took Hope. I can't do this without her.

Leaving the car running, I hop out and run in the house. "Hope?!? Where are you?!?" I shout. I run up the stairs and to her room. I bust her door open to see the place completely trashed with Hope nowhere to be found.

"Hope?" I ask desperately. With no response I fall to my knees. This is all my fault. My poor baby sister. "Hope please," I say with my voice shaking, trying to control my sobs. This is all my fault. All I had to do was be home before ten. Why can't I do anything right?

I put my hands up in my hair and pull at it as I let out a ear-piercing, painful scream. Not because I was in physical pain...but emotional and mental pain.

'You don't belong in this world.'

I hear shuffling to my left and immediately get quiet while standing up. "Hope?" I ask while cautiously walking closer. I hear a faint, "Li-Li" and immediately recognize the voice and nickname. Hope. I rush over and swing the closet door open forcefully. The sight in front of me breaks my heart even more.

Its Hope...but not like I last saw her. Her skin is not bright like it last was. She doesn't wear her beautiful smile that she reserves just for me. She didn't jump into my arms while twirling my curly hair around her finger while squeezing me tight. She didn't kiss my cheek multiple times while telling me she missed me. She didn't do nothing.

She looks visibly weak. Her lips are blue and she's balled up under some dirty clothes shivering. I take in her appearance and notice that she dyed her hair red. Wait that's not hair dye its....blood.

I immediately get closer and crouch down to gather her in my arms. "Hope? Hope talk to me honey, keep your eyes open." I look all over her and see that she has a deep gash on the side neck which caused the blood to get on her hair. I quickly grab her arm to lift her up as she screams loudly in pain. "What? What's wrong? I'm sorry."

"M-my arm." She whispers. I look at her arm to see it swollen, bruised, and bent out of shape. They broke her fucking arm. I'll kill them.

I gently lift her from her underarms and hold her close to me as she wraps her legs around my waist.

I take her to the car and strap her in the backseat. "Stay with me Hope, please." I beg as her eyes start to flutter shut. I quickly run back in the house and throw a mix of me and Hope clothes in my old travel bag. I lift up a piece of the carpet on the floor that hides a small broken floorboard. I take out the stash of cash that I've been saving and stuff that into the bag as well.

Running back to the car I hop in and speed off, weaving through traffic. I look in the rearview to see Hope fingers slightly twitching as she continues to fight to keep her eyes open. She's so strong.

I continue speeding and barely dodge a car making a turn. Whew that would've been a nasty accident because I am not stopping until I get to the hospital. I just would've pushed that car down the road til I got there.

Five minutes later and I am skidding in front of the entrance of the hospital. "Ma'am you can't park here." I hear a security guard say.

"Shut the fuck up mister rent-a-cop."

I open the back door and reach to pick up Hope. She doesn't move to wrap herself around me when I lift her....she's limp.

I immediately place her down and feel her neck. No pulse. No no no this can't be happening. I pick her up bridal style and run in the hospital. "HELP! MY SISTER NEEDS HELP!" I cry.

Nurses run towards me with a stretcher. I place her up there and run to the back with them. They go through some doors and then they stop me. "Ma'am you can't go in." I was about to throw a fit and then remember that they're just doing their jobs. Slightly nodding I stop following.

I watch through the window of the door as they transfer her to the hospital bed. They start hooking her up to machines and injecting her with medication as the doctor cuts open her shirt. A nurse grabs the defibrillator and gets to work shocking Hope. I silently cry when nothing happens.

Two shocks later and there's a beep on the monitor. I let out the breath I was holding and squat down running my hand through my hair. Thank you God.

"Ma'am we need to ask you a few questions." I hear. I look to the right to see an officer standing with a doctor. He gently grabs my arm and we start walking.

We weren't but two steps away from turning the corner when I hear it.

The machine flat-line again.

I quickly run back and bust through Hope door. Crying my heart out, I fight the doctors and officer as they try to pull me back out the room. "Hope please! Keep fighting Hope pleaseee." I beg. They firmly pull me out of her hospital room. "I can't do this without you." I whisper as the door closes in my face.

They continue pulling me and I see doctors rushing in and out of her room as they're shouting different things at each other. But all I can hear still, is the flatline of Hopes machine.

God please, not my baby sister.

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