Restoring Hope

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Kaliyah P.O.V

Its been one week.

One week since I was almost raped by Alex. One week since I escaped from Power. One week since I came home to find Hope badly beaten. One week since Hopes machine flat-lined.

One week since she's been in a coma.

My heart shattered a week ago. When the people who were supposed to be our parents, hurt my baby.

Here I sit, in the hospital chair that I pulled up next to Hopes' bed as I stare out into space. Just thinking. I've barely slept and ate for the past week. I honestly don't know how I'm even holding myself up right now.

I haven't left this room at all since they've let me back in. I can't do this without Hope, she's the only reason why I've been fighting so hard. I just can not lose my baby sister.

The doctors said she had massive blood loss, not just from the neck but from her head as well. I didn't even notice that she was missing a patch of her hair in the back. She's suffered blood loss, mild brain damage, a broken arm, stab wound to the neck, and blunt trauma to her stomach. If only I would've made it home on time. I'm so sorry baby sis.

Jace would be so disappointed in me.

He absolutely adored Hope like she was his own. He did everything in his power to protect her...and now here she lies in a coma on a hospital bed because of me.

Two months. That's how long they're giving me with the little money I provided. The doctors said if she shows no improvement or progress whatsoever in two months that pulling the plug would be the best option.

I wish someone would pull my plug.

The thoughts came back full force the third night in the hospital. Practically begging me to end it all. It's trying so hard to bring me down, but I can't do that. I can't leave Hope. My anxiety has risen sky-high following Hope and the thoughts.

I just got to stay strong for Hope. I'm the only family she has left.

Apparently mom, dad, and Mia fled and left the state after leaving Hope to die. Officers had no success in contacting them. So after Hope wakes up, which she will...she has to, we will be looking at me taking custody of her. That's the only positive out of this.

Standing up, I go sit on the edge of Hopes' bed then lay my head in her lap. It's something I'd always do. I'd lay my head in her lap while she'd play in my hair, not knowing that she was actually calming the thoughts and my anxiety. She would unknowingly call me pretty and pinch my cheeks here and there while occasionally kissing my forehead. I don't know what I would do without her.

Quickly wiping the tear that escaped, I sit up when I hear the door open. Jasmine enters with a rolling duffel bag of clothes, food, and coffee.

She's such a lifesaver because these are my last pair of clean clothes from a bag that she brought me the first night, and I certainly do not plan on leaving Hopes side at all. I simply would've just wore the same clothes over again, it's not like I did anything to get them dirty really.

"You look awful." Jas snickers as she walks over and sits in the chair that I was previously sitting in, while handing me my food.