Chapter 25

Jackson's POV

I had to call the police, I knew Jake was in some sort of trouble. I had asked Miley for his address and she willingly gave it to me. Why did she still care about him? Who knows with this world anymore. I, sure as hell, don't. I felt a small cold hand touch mine. It was Miley. Poor girl, she went through so much as a 15 year old. She was raped by someone she loved. I found out from the clues my dad left. Joy ride on my daughter. That's the one that tipped it off. I still cant believe I hit her too. I wouldn't ever lay a hand on a girl like that, yet alone my sister.

"Miley, I need to ask you a question." Her hair was sprawled onto her pillow and she turned her head to face me. I'm guessing that meant go ahead and ask. "Do you want to live, now?" What a stupid question that was. God, I am stupid. Who would ask something like that, to their sister. I wanted to take it back, but it was already said.

"Yea, now," She took a breath from her oxygen mask. "I want to." It was hard for her to breath. That tube she had in while in a coma did rip a little so she has to wait for it to be repair itself.

"Okay. I needed to know." I took a deep breath and sighed. Well, the question paid off. I made my decision for sure now. I will give her my kidney.

"Why?" She asked. She now held the oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. Her hand was still on mine. It was still cold.

"Because, I needed to know if I should give you my kidney or not. If you want to live, yes, no hesitation. If not then I'm not sure what I would do." My voice started to shake. This was hard. I am basically deciding whether my baby sister should live or die.

"Jake?" She asked. I turned to the door. Nobody was there. Oh, I am stupid. She was asking about him.

"Hold on, Miles. I'll go call the police to check how it went, okay?" She nodded and hesitated on letting go of my hand. She finally did. She was weak.

MILEY'S POV

Jackson left my room with his cell phone in his hand. I wonder what happened to Jake, I hope he is okay. I really do. The last time something like this happened Jake was in the hospital for a week and could bearly move. Why was I so delayed in calling the police? He always needed help, he just said he didn't want it. Why didn't I call? He wouldn't have got beaten up so bad. Why? I could feel tears trickling down my cheeks. Jake could be dead right now, and it would be my fault. I grabbed a stuffed animal on the table next to me and held it close. I looked at the tag. It was from Brandi and Adam. When did they stop by? I remember my last visit to them. We played with Adam for ten minutes. I found out he was her's. Imagine adopting a baby at 16. That has to be hard. Then we also discussed Jackson hitting me. I almost forgot he hit me. She said her uncle started out that way. He drank and accidentally hit her. That's how he started. Could Jackson do that? Would he? He wouldn't. What am I saying. He is giving me his kidney, he wouldn't do that. I do not know anymore. Everything is confusing. I feel like falling asleep. I am tired, so very tired. I want to fall asleep. My eyes felt heavy and my head gently rested on the pillow. This felt nice. I heard a small giggle in the corner of the room. Who was this? I'm not sure. I just wanted to fall asleep. Was I dreaming? I haven't dreamed in a while. I heard the song I'm So Sick by Flyleaf. This is a good song. I fell down onto soft sand, and struggled to get up. I'm in the desert. Alone. I looked around and there was nobody else there. It was just me. I looked exhausted.

"Miley?" I heard Jackson's voice.

" JACKSON! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE!" I screamed. No please. Help me. I collapsed into the sand. A large wave of sand caved in on me. I jumped up and put my oxygen mask on once more. I couldn't breathe. It felt as if sand was in my lungs and throat. My eyes shot open. I looked and saw Brandi next to me with Adam. She had a sorrowful look on her face. She stroked my damp hair.

"It's okay, it was only a dream." My mom used to do that with me. She used to be there for me. She used to tell me it was going to be okay. She's not here anymore. I wanted to cry again, but I don't think I could. I worked up enough strength to smile. I looked over to Adam and he smiled at me. He was adorable. I wanted to hold him but I don't think I have enough strength. He was amusing. Even if something awful happened he still came out with a smile. How could he do it? I wish I could be like him.