being the little brother.

I dont speak

Jays pov
I haven't spoken. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to react. My parents are gone I don't know if that's the good or not. I don't know we're they are or if they are planning to come back.I don't know we're safe or what's safe or who's safe. I know that my brothers and bailey are safe but other than that no one can be trusted. No one.
When I ran away I forgot any food or water. Apparently I've lost 3 stone and I'm severely dehydrated. They say I'm probably depressed and that I have been for a while. I don't want to accept that. It means everyone has to treat me differently. I don't want that to happen. I'm still the same. But If I've been depress for s while maybe I won't be any different. But I am because I can't pluck up the courage to talk or to move to often or to go to school or communicate. I can't help but think about our last vacation. We were having so much fun in the lake and up in the tree. What happened? My parents happened. That is the reason why everyones suffering.
I'm still in bed. We aren't in our house the hospital has put all 3 of us in a special ward for recovering neglected children. We all share a room so it's a bit squished. The room is a very sleepy blue and there is a few books. I haven't moved much only to turn around. I've only had one meal since yesterday. Which is not good apparently. I have a therapist which comes each day. He is also there for my brothers. Baileys aloud to finish for an hour after school and two hours on a Saturday and Sunday. I really like bailey. He's so nice he's my only friend. He has made 3 friends at school who are very worried about me apparently. The names were Dan, Alex and James. I recognize the name dan but I never really took much interest in him. James has once stood up for me when I was being punched. I've never heard of Alex. They sound like a nice bunch of kids.
I hear the door creek open and someone greeting my brothers. They all said hello back but me. My backs to the wall so I take my best bet that it's the therapist. I hear him move over to the chair near my bed and just sits there in silence for a minute or two.
"So, how are we all feeling today"
"Like a caged animal" Erik grunted back. So far Erik's been angry, Jakes been sad and sams been trying to make the best of this.
"You guys are not caged animals. You are being kept safe"
"What, like how you keep rhinos safe from extinction?"
"Erik lay off" Jake didn't say this in his normal farther mode it was more a pleading. I hate to hear my brothers like this. I want to cry so bad. There broken. I've broken them.
"So what's been on your guys mind?"
This time sam answered
"Our monsters" that's how my brothers refer to my parents.
"Okay. You know they can do you no harm right. You safe here. We're still looking for them." And they haven't yet found them. But I'm sure they'll soon find me.
The therapist had an hour long talk with us. We didn't give him many new answers. As he shut the door I felt a pressure on the end of my bed.
"Hey jay. I know your confused and are probably blaming things on yourself. Just know it's not your fault. We love you. Please just look at you" He was crying. I started crying to. Of course I am I can't look at them. I can't look them in the eyes. I'm a disappointment. I always will be. That's what I've been told my whole life. Childhood sticks with you for life.

Sorry I keep on forgetting to add chapter titles
Jay