We Are Without Hope

Chapter 4- Jayden Drackson's POV

"You can miss someone who has died,
Or someone that has moved away...
But,
The worst part is to miss someone you see
Everyday..."
--Unknown

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My gang and I have planned this for weeks.
We followed Summer to her house, and tonight at 8 o'clock, we were going to attack her family.
At least, that was our plan, until we heard her scream fill the empty and quiet night.
We found Summer's dad standing over her, stabbing and cutting her repeatedly.
Summer, was almost unrecognizable.
I ordered my gang to help her. James, my best friend, shoved her dad off of her.
I asked her if she was ok. She told me where her brother was, before she fell asleep.
Sarah, James' girlfriend, had called an ambulance when we first saw her.
Sarah and James ran inside the house to get her brother. While they were doing that, the rest of the girls are ordered that we take off our shirts to use as bandages. We give each other questioning looks before doing as they said.
While they were helping to stop the blood, the ambulances finally arrived to help us.
Summer was being loaded onto the ambulance when a cry from a little boy called across the yard.
"Summer!" A little boy around 4, called frantically to her dying body.
I held him back as the ambulances drove away from the house, and down the street in a huge rush.
I felt the boy squirming under my grasp and I looked down to see him moving his hands in a rushed matter.
"Armani!" I called.
A tanned boy with Black hair came running towards me.
"What is he saying?" I asked Armani. Armani spoke sign language before he was taught how to speak. And I could tell that this little boy spoke the same way.
The little boy looked up at Armani and started moving his hands to form certain shapes.
"Who are you? What happened to Summer?" Armani laughed before continuing. "Are you an angel?"
I laughed with Armani. "Can he understand us when we talk?" I asked Armani.
Armani signed back what I had asked and the little boy nodded his head.
"We are some people from Summer's high school. We are part of a gang but I promise we won't hurt you." I said to the little boy.
The little boy rolled his eyes and signed something which made Armani laugh so hard, he fell onto his back laughing like a maniac, catching the attention of everyone else as well.
"What'd he say?" I asked Armani.
Armani took a second to catch his breath, "He said, 'That's what all the fuckers say before they kill you.'"
I widened my eyes and looked at the little boy. He caught my gaze and shrugged.
I broke into laughter, followed by the rest of my gang.
"What's you name?" Stacey asked the little boy.
He quickly signed with his hands and Armani's eyes showed a look of surprise.
"Brandon." Armani said.
"Yeah?" A tanned blonde teenager called.
"No I mean his name is Brandon." Armani stated.
The older Brandon walked up to the young Brandon and squatted down. "Hello there Brandon! I'm Brandon!" The younger Brandon giggled and shook the older Brandon's hand.
"Wait you talked. Screamed actually." I said.
The younger Brandon shook his head and looked down.
I sighed and told everyone that we were going to head to our house.
Sarah picked up the younger Brandon, who had sat down on the driveway, and we all headed home.

***

Armani, Sarah, James, and the younger Brandon and I all arrived at the hospital, leaving the rest of the gang at the house.
We sat in the waiting room patiently, but getting annoyed more and more by the second. I walked up the front desk with Brandon in my arms.
"Are we allowed to visit Summer Grace?" I asked the front desk lady.
"Her surgeries finished about 20 minutes ago sir. Can I ask your relations to the girl?"
"This young one is her little brother, " I started, the rest of my group stood behind me. "And we are taking care of him until she wakes up. We are like her second family ever since her mom died and her dad went a bit crazy."
The nurse nodded and told us where her room was.
We started towards the direction of her room, every nurse or doctor giving us disgusted looks, until we finally reached her room.
As we walked in, Brandon gave out a cry of sorrow, and I saw why.
Summer, though she wasn't bleeding everywhere, looked almost dead. She had tubes in her keeping her alive, with stitches everywhere that she had been severely stabbed. If it weren't for the steady moving of her chest, and the constant beeping of the heart monitor, I would have thought she was dead.
The doctor came in and informed us that she was in a coma, and they weren't sure how long it would take for her to wake up, if she woke up at all.
Brandon let out a loud sob and we tried to calm him down. He cried harder until Sarah took him into her arms and rocked him to sleep.
Everyone left the room but me, I told them I would be outside in a second.
I looked on Summers face and arms. There were many scars that weren't from the recent incident.
I came to a sad conclusion after studying them a little longer.
She was either in a really bad situation of child abuse, or had cut herself for years.

[Hey! I have some bad news. Next Saturday I will be on a mission trip with my church and will be unable to put up any chapters. Maybe, if I don't forget, I will be able to put up one or two chapters this coming up Friday. Sorry, and have a great day!]