Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 4

((Photo above is is Xavier^^))

<Xavier's p.o.v>

I got home quite early and that left me some thinking time before my mum got home.

I thought about many things.

Or at least I tried to, but my mind kept drifting to Hope.

I shouldn't like her. She's a mute.

But I do.

I feel some kind of pull toward her.

I don't know, its kind of hard to explain.

But what really baffled me was in maths when I sat by her and she ran out the class. Nothing like that had ever happened with her.

Then when she was crying in the toilets.

I saw her, in the cubicle, and she looked so fragile and broken. My heart melted.

But I never found out why.

This girl was a real mystery.

I tried to think of some facts about her, but in truth I couldn't find any.

About all I knew was that she's mute and has no friends.

But I want to change that.

Whatever I'm feeling toward her is something positive, and I'm sure she'd be glad of a friend.. Wouldn't she?

Of course she would. Everyone needs friends. Even someone mute like her.

I need to stop saying that word, 'mute' its labelling her. I know what labelling feels like and I don't want to be thinking that just because shes mute, she isn't a real person.

I'm sure she's a great person, no doubt. But nobody wants to descover that person because she's mute.

And--

All my thoughts on her were interrupted when I saw somebody collapse outside my wall through the window.

I rushed out to see who it was.

And lying there in front of me was the one and only Hope Evans.

I gasped. She looked so broken. She had a black eye and a massive bruise taking up a large portion of her neck.

I tried to shake her awake, but she wouldn't ever stir.

I was panicking now. What do you do when an injured girl collapses by your house?

Just then, my mother drove up and parked the car. She rushed out and saw Hope and gasped.

"X, we have to get her inside." She said. I nodded.

"I'll take her legs, you take the body." It was my mother's turn to nod.

"Okay." So we did. I put her down on our couch and sat by her side to wait until she woke up.

I called my best mate, Blake over to come and help. He did.

We both sat there, anxiously waiting for her to wake up.

Suddenly, she stirred. I gasped and Blake jumped up. She opened her eyes and as soon as she realized she wasnt anywhere familiar, she began to have another panic attack, her eyes squeezed tight shut.

I looked to Blake, my eyes full of panic. He shrugged, so I spoke up,

"Erm... Hope? Hope, calm down." I said. Her fingers were clutching at the couch and she wasn't calming down.

"Hope! Hope, listen to me!" I yelled. She stopped, and slowly opened her eyes. She saw me and Blake, and tensed less, but not completely.

She grabbed a notebook and pen from the desk in front of her and vigerously wrote:

Where am I?

I spoke up first.

"Well, I found you collapsed by my wall and I brought you in here to check your okay." Hope nodded, then wrote:

I'm fine.

Blake nodded. I wasn't satisfied with that answer, though.

"Where did you get that bruise from?" I asked her.

She shrugged and wrote:

I tripped.

I still wasn't happy, but I gave it up.

She sat up on the couch and started to try and stand up. Then Blake spoke.

"Wait, where are you going? I seriously think you should stay and rest for a while." Hope's eyes widened, as if she had just remembered something and sighed and slumped down onto the couch.

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A/N: Hey guys, I was wondering if you guys were okay with the split points of view. I don't know what you lot think, do u think its better or worse?? Please please, please comment! Thank you all

XOXO
~Tash