Fisher is holding tight to my neck. I screech, but nothing comes out. A man in a black robe is in front of me, with a dagger and a bow and arrows strapped to their belt. Chess Piece. Queenie jumps on him from behind, but the dagger he holds quickly finds it's way into her heart. I scream, but again stay silent as Fisher's arm tightens around my throat. I thrash at him, but he remains straight and firm. I sob into his arm, but he doesn't seem to notice.
My family come into view at the end of the dark room, a single light bouncing off their faces. Fisher hands me a bow, loaded. I take it, using the excuse to get him to lighten his grip, but he doesn't, and I'm stuck with the bow. White hot hatred courses through me. They killed Queenie, my family is next. My oldest sister, Zoe steps a few feet in front of the rest of the crying bodies. Her face is plain, except a glint of sadness in her eyes.
"Shoot her." Fisher whispers in my ear. A tear comes out of my eye. He brings the tip of a knife to my head.
"SHOOT her." The Chess piece repeats, after completely gutting Queenie, drawing the last drop of blood from her body. I raise the bow, but don't shoot. Zoe doesn't even flinch.
"You have ten seconds." Fisher teases the knife before my face. I swallow, but the fear is still present throughout my entire body. "Ten, nine." He starts counting. I can't shoot her, I can't. No matter how many times I tell myself to, my finger won't release the string.
"Eight, seven, six." Go ahead, let him kill me.
"Five, four, three." My second dwindle away with the blood of my sister at my feet.
"Two." Fisher warns loudly. I wince, and purposely let the arrow miss Zoe. He grumbles and shoves the knife in my head. The last thing I see is each one of my family members being stabbed by the Chess Pieces.
My eyes fly open, my mouth is already there. Screams still escape, not listening to my brain to stop. I am faintly aware of mom's voice in my ears, but I don't seem to be able to listen. Dad shakes my hands and therefor my entire body due to his sheer strength, but the adrenaline blocks out most of the pain from the motion. I realize most of the shaking is coming from me, I'm shaking. Queenie is next to me, awake and staring at me. My sisters gather around me, concern floating over their faces. I keep screaming at the thought of Queenie dead, squeezing my eyes shut and crying.
"Kennedy. Kennedy. Kennedy." Mom whispers every time I stop to take a breath. Dad holds my arms from flailing.
"Kenny STOP!" My dad screams at me, which only adds to my crying and screaming and pain.
"Asa!" Mom scolds, and he lets go of my arms. I stop screaming, looking around for my mother. I know it's childish, but I've been trying to not be a child for too long, and now I just need to be one. I have to breath in and out so deeply that it sends pain through my adrenaline filled body.
Mom curls my body in her lap, pulling my head against her chest.
"It was just a dream." She repeats in my hair, over and over until I tune her out. I think the terror is gone, until the trembling comes. No matter how much I try to lye still, I can't. Mom tries to adjust my back, and I start screaming again, this time for a different reason. Aunt Midnight quickly whispers for Dad to go take Mom away so she can help me. He tries to object, but she stands her ground saying it's the only way I could be helped, and Mom's to gilt-ridden anyway. I can't see him through my creased brow, but I hear him get up through my cries.
Mom reluctantly gets up, leaving me in the hands of Aunt Midnight. I don't know what she's going to do, but I know it's not going to be good. Especially if mom and dad had to leave the room for it.
She carefully flips me on my stomach, touching various point in my back. Every touch send screams up my spine and out of my mouth. I would rather die a thousand deaths than fell this for a second longer. Aunt leans down and whispers in my ear:
"It's fractured, sweetie." This sends bigger tears down my face, she shushes me. My siblings and cousins stand around me. Queenie, she lies next to me, crying. Bex is leaning next to her, watching me and changing her bandages at the same time. Zoe has the cousins in a corner, blocking their view of my body. Eventually, she convinces them to go where Dad took Mom, then joins me. Travis stands straight, supporting Brynna from the waist so she doesn't collapse. A single tear runs down his cheek, but he uses the other hand to quickly wipe it away. Zoe rejoins us, and the rest of the remaining people watch tediously. Evelyn has her hand clamped over he mouth, I guess trying no to scream.
Aunt cuts my shirt from me so all I'm in is my bra. I don't see my back, but they all gasp, and Evelyn puts the other hand over her eyes. Aunt Rogue hands Zoe a metal rod the width of my finger, and instructs her to hold it in my mouth to bite down on. She looks disgusted, but the look in my eyes must convince her I need it. She bends down next to Aunt and places it in my mouth. It's not big enough I can't breath, but it takes up a lot of space. I'm really not looking forward to this. I bite down as hard as possible before she even starts, bracing myself, taking one last look at my family before something sharp digs into my back, and buries itself under my spine. I scream as loud as possible, and tears spring to my eyes. Words can't describe the horrible feeling throughout my body. I scream over and over again.
"Bite!" Aunt instructs, guilty but strong. I do as she says, and almost bite Zoe's hand. When I open my red eyes again, Evelyn has left, Queenie is closing her eyes, Brynna's face is deep in Travis's shoulder. Zoe's crying, and Bex is no longer even looking at me. If Annabeth were hear, she would have left too. I realize why Aunt made mom and the younger ones go.
The knife in my skin is shifted up, pushing my bones with it. I bite harder, and think I might break a tooth. I feel another thing enter my body, a splint. I had one in my arm once when I broke it, to keep the bone in place. Aunt sticks it deep, vertical to hold the bone upright so it can heel and straighten again. I don't even know how I'm holding on to life anymore, because it feels like a animal is eating me from the inside, out.
She wiggles the knife out of my body, and quickly presses some of the only bandages we have left on it to keep my blood from squirting projectile out of my body. I hear more cries, and Travis's deep voice mumbling to Brynna, but nothing else other than my irregular heartbeat.