Save me

I'm mute. not by choice though, when i was 16 my family and i went down to the lake with friends, a man kidnapped me and my sister Mya. We were with this terrible man for almost a week, he kept me and Mya in separate rooms. The whole time I was scared that she wouldn't make it out, i didnt even know if she was alive. every once in a while he would come to my room and torture me, in so many unspeakable ways. After we were there for that week the search parties finally found us, the man took me outside with a knife to my throat. i remember exactly what he said.

" Take one step closer and she's dead." my dad stopped his eyes dark, like he hadn't slept in a while.

"Don't you hurt her! What is it that you want?" My dad yelled. He looked murderous, like a father lion protecting his cubs.

"I don't want anything but to see you in pain" The knife was too close to my throat. He dug the knife in with a laugh, pain erupted from my throat. More tear flooded out. My legs buckled and dropped beneath me. I stayed on the ground holding the wound on my neck together somehow. It was to painful to describe, though i wished death would come and take the pain away, the last things i remembered was my fathers arms wrapping around me.

"FIND MYA!" He yelled to the others. 

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(2months ago) in the Hospital..

The lights were so bright. The memories of that dreadful week came back like a punch to the face. It had been so dark there.. where's dad?

"........" I tried to call out to my dad. No sound came out. I looked around the room, my eyes landed on my father who was asleep on the uncomfortable looking Hospital chair. His eyes red and swollen, like he'd cried alot. Mom? i situated my body so that i could see the HELP button behind my bed. i pushed it quickly and went back to laying down.

"Hi, you called?" the nurse asked. She came over and looked at my charts. "oh.. I'll get the doctor in here." she gave me a sympathetic smile and walked out.

20 minutes later or so the doctor walked in. He looked niether sad nor happy. 

"Mr. Melion" The doctor said waking my father. Once awake his eyes opened and looked quickly at me. He smiled and gave me a hug. "Now that she's awake, lets see." My dad nodded. "Kyra, we need to to try and talk.." I opened my mouth, trying to force the words out..

"I didn't think so. alright, here's this white board, use it as communication." i nodded. " unfortunately when the man cut your throat he damaged your voice box, making you mute." i nodded, in shocked, the tears arrived on que."fortunately he missed your main artery." 

i pulled the cap off the marker and wrote down i understood everything. Asking if it could be fixed.

"No i'm sorry, it can't be." i nodded, it seemed like the only bloody thing i could do.

Wait what about Mya?? i wrote down as fast as my hands could write. My father looked down, that was all that he needed to do and i knew. He walked over and we just stayed hugging for a while, i missed this, as a little girl whenever i scrapped my knee, he'd come scoop my up and hold me. He pulled back.

When can i go home? i wrote.

"Today if you want to. but i have to get you your pills first, its for the pain, and then there's a cream for the scar and to make sure it heals fast." i wrote that i wanted to get home as soon as i could. The doctor walked out to get my stuff so we could leave. 

"Kyra, I brought you clothes." i smiled weakly. " there's a bathroom right there, go get changed. Mom will be right up, she had gone  to get food. okay?" i nodded getting out of bed, grabbing my clothes and headed to the bathroom. I practically ran to the bathroom going right to the mirror, i studied myself. There was a small cut above my eyebrow, and bruises on my arms, some on my legs too probably. My eyes went down to my neck. There was a large pink line, i could tell it was healing due to the coloring. it was a long line too. i shuddered at the thought of what had happened.

I quickly put on the sweatpants and stripped tang-top. putting my hair in a sloppy ponytail. Once outside the bathroom i saw my mom, she ran to me and gave me a giant hug, crying the whole while.

I wished i could console her, i had always been told my voice was soft and comforting.

" I love you sweety" she whispered letting my go. I signed i (eye) Love(heart shape) u(pointed at her) too(two finger). she smiled at my attempt of sign language.