A/N: Ok, so this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I think its just going to be a collection of my drabbles I write about Katie and Kendall and making it a mirror of my life. I want to thank an anonymous reviewer named Kayla who made me really feel like I'm doing something to help. She told me that this was one of the most powerful things she's ever read. For future reference, if you EVER need a person to talk to, a shoulder to cry on or just a friend, I'm always here. Literally, FF is becomnig my life. Anyway, enjoy. This is from Katie's POV as my little sister. this is written as my little sister saw me. Through the whole thing, I am Kendall and Katie is Ami.

Warning: mild abuse, nothing graphic, fluffiness

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING but my past

I can hear the sirens blaring outside on the street.

I shudder, remembering the feeling of that cold metal bench and the beep of the machine.

It's like I'm there again, in that ambulance with my fingers intertwined with Kendall's.

I remember the paramedics stabbing needles and attaching monitors to pale, almost deathly flesh.

I can feel the metal against my skin, a tingle as if I was being stabbed with a million needles.

I look into Kendall's emerald green eyes and squeeze his hand tightly.

"It's going to be ok, big brother" I whisper in his ear as the paramedics begin to pull the stretcher out of the ambulance.

Without waiting, I leap from the unforgiving cage and follow the EMTs at a breakneck pace, never letting go of my brother.

The gauze they had wrapped around his wrists had bled through, and the sight made me nauseous.

But I had to hold on for him.

No sooner was he in a room than nurses and doctors swarmed us, asking questions and doing tests.

I answered everything as calmly as possible, despite the tears flowing down my face.

As soon as we were in a room, we were out again, rushing towards a door labeled "Psychiatric Ward".

I gulped as we were rushed into a small white room, where more people asked questions about our home and our personal lives.

One doctor who looked like an older Logan asked if were ever abused.

Kendall, who hadn't been quiet since round one of questioning fell silent.

The doctor looked at both of us, noted the fear in our eyes and our tears and just nodded before walking out.

When we were finally alone in that white room, Kendall shattered.

He cried and cried and I had no idea what to do.

Eventually, I crawled into bed with my brother and snuggled my small body into his warm chest.

We sat like that for hours, his cries softening into sobs, then to whimpers and eventually just sniffling.

Another doctor came in, telling me I had to leave.

Kendall and I glared at her.

"I'm not leaving my brother. I'm the only one he has."

The nurse tried to force me out, but Kendall held me tight.

I didn't care that he was getting blood all over me.

I didn't care that I'd have to spend the night in the stark white room.

I just wanted my big brother, and no one was tearing me away.

Security showed up, trying again to pull me from Kendall.

And again I fought.

Kendall was crying again, this time for me to never leave him.

Seeing Kendall in so much pain over me gave me a surge of confidence.

"Look, he has nobody left to be with him. I'm the only thing he has left for family. Leave me alone."

I must have had one scary face on, because security left and the doctor just glared at me.

I shut the door, and crawled next to Kendall again.

"I'm never leaving you, Ken. I'm always going to be here for you."

I wrapped my tiny arms around his waist and stroked his back, trying to calm him down.

I don't know how long we were in that position, facing each other, arms wrapped around each other.

But I do remember us being quietly lifted out of the hospital and driven somewhere, still with Kendall.

I don't know how or why, but someone had taken us home that night.

And judging by some questionable stains in the car we rode in the next morning, I think Logan did.

"KATIE! LET'S GO YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

My mom's voice rang through the apartment.

I cringed slightly at the screaming, remembering the voice that use to scream at us in rage and violence.

I sighed. "I'm coming, mom!"

I grabbed my backpack and looked at myself one last time in the mirror.

I saw the tiniest red dot on my shoulder, and I knew it was his.

I smiled to myself and wiped a few tears from my bloodshot eyes before slamming my door and rushing out.

A/N: Ok, so there is a drabble kinda answering why Kendall mentioned Katie being with him all night in the hospital from Chap. 1. Anyways, Reviews are the cheese to my macaroni, and I love hearing from you guys. And again, if it sucks its because I wrote it in computer class. Can you tell im a bad student?