Restoring Hope

14. see your sister?❤️‍🩹

Kaliyah P.O.V

It's been two days since that encounter with Power.

They put Jasmine in another room. Thinking that if we're apart that maybe one of us will 'finally spill.'

My mental health has been deteriorating drastically as the bad thoughts haunt me. I need to know if Hope is okay.

I have no reason to live if I don't have her. She's the only reason why I'm still alive and fighting. I miss her so much. My brain has constantly been on go mode, fighting to give me strength that my heart doesn't.

"Ahhh Li-Li help me!" Hope screams while laughing as Jace chases her.

My twin continues to run closely behind her to where if she trips, he'll catch her but far enough to make her think that she's outrunning him. Jaces' shoes that she's wearing are slowing her down a lot.

"Jacey stop, I didn't mean to." Hope screams when Jace finally scoops her up.

Jace found her plundering in his room when he got home. She was laying on his bed dressed in one of his button down shirts and khaki shorts. The shirt reached her feet so she had it tucked in the shorts which looked like oversized pants on her. To top it all off, she had on his black church shoes and Champions hat.

He lifts her high in the air before spinning around quickly, causing her to clutch onto his neck.

"Ahhhh stop it, I'll put them back I promise." She screams. He chuckles and places her in my arms before going to get us drinks. Or so I thought he was getting drinks.

He comes back with the water hose and soaks us completely. Hope lets out a loud screech before jumping out of my arms and running behind me, using me as her shield.

Jace and Hope then proceed to belly flop in the water puddles created from the hose. I smile while mentally bookmarking this moment as a favorite, to look back on whenever I'm down.

I start spraying them as they continue playing in the puddles which have now formed into mud. My best friends.

'Too bad you ruined it."

I jolt awake at the bad timing thought. Awakening me from my happy place filled with bookmarks of my favorite memories. The bad thoughts quickly swallow the good memories I was basking in.

Did I really ruin it? Is everything my fault?

Yes. If you would've listened to Jace that day, Hope wouldn't be in a coma and you wouldn't be kidnapped.

The thoughts are right, I should've listened to Jace. Everything is my fault.

What if Hope doesn't wake up? What if Hope does wake up? Will she hate me for not being there in time? Will she still love me? What if they kill me? Who will watch Hope? What if they unplug Hope? If they do, they might as well kill me too.

Panic rises in my throat at all the unanswered questions bombarding my mind. My breathing picks up and my eyes well up with tears as my hands start shaking.

I tap my finger on the arm of the chair to try to calm me down, not wanting my anxiety to get the best of me. It's not working. I attempt to rock back and forth but fail, the ropes are too tight. My breaths become shorter as my heart rate increases.