Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 23

<Hope's p.o.v>

I immediately sat up in bed.

It was dark outside.

I was still hooked up to the stupid beeping machines.

I am so fed up of people having control over me, my health, my life.

I scream out in frustration, and rip all the tubes off my body.

I ignore the fact that doing this makes me feel immediately dizzy.

I leap out my bed and try the door.

Its locked.

I bang against it, I scream through the keyhole, I shake the door.

It doesn't give.

I half run to the window, and get the chair by my bed and smask it against the window.

It just bounces back.

My hands are shaking.

I need to get out.

I need to escape.

I drop the chair and storm into the bathroom.

I lock the door.

I then collapse onto the floor into a fit of tears.

I sit there for hours, until there's a knock on the door.

I don't answer.

It comes again.

I stay still.

"Hope, you need to open the door, so we can talk about it."

I stay put on the floor.

Then she leaves.

I thought I was rid of her, but I was so mistaken.

She came back later with some more people.

She knocks.

I refuse to answer.

Then the lock slowly turns.

A small, stout man walks in with caution.

He sees me, and his eyes fill of pity.

Anger bubbles up inside of me.

I don't want people's pity.

Why is it that everyone is giving me fucking pity?

My fists clench as he makes his way over to me.

My breath is short.

I am shaking.

I am so full of anger, I dont want to be near anyone.

He then walks up to me, and touches my arm.

I flinch away immediately, and move right to the corner and curl into a protective ball.

I am rocking myself back and forth.

I remember.

I remember and it doesnt feel good.

I remember and I dont want to.

* * *

Later on in the day, I'm still in my protective ball.

Everyone gave up trying to get through to me ages ago.

They left me alone, along with all their pity.

And I am glad.

So I stayed put.

A hurricane of thoughts overcame me.

They were giving me a headache.

I just wanted to sleep.

I felt really light-headed.

I felt like I could pass out at any moment--

Suddenly, I was swirling in a black mess of darkness.

Everything was so disorientating.

I had no idea what was going on.

I was lost.

<Xavier's p.o.v>

I woke up and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

I shook my head yo clear my thoughts. Hope was okay. I was okay.

Everything was going to be fine.

I sighed ams started to get ready for school.

* * *

10:50am. English class.

I was dying on the inside. Mr. Lancaster was lecturing on about how Shakespeare changed the English language for good.

I was half-asleep when there was a knock on the door.

It was the receptionist, Ms. Sohal.

"Hiya, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting, but may I borrow Xavier and Blake, please."

She said, in her too high voice.

I furrowed my eyebrows, but stood up as soon as she was finished talking.

I gathered my stuff in a rush, and walled outside the classroom, where Ms. Sohak was waiting.

She stood with a sincere expression on her face, and once Blake was pit too, she began to speak.

"We have been informed, by the local children's hospital, that your friend, Hope, who has recently been placed in the hospital, has had a nervous breakdown. They flet the need to inform you because you two where the ones who escorted her there."

My hands started shaking.

I shot a worried glance at Blake. He looked equally as scared.

"W-will she be okay?" I ask.

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Author's note;

Hey all! I just want to thank @lightsofourworld for being the first to vote on this story! Haha so thanks, that really means a lot to me :)