Shadownight Family: Kennedy's room

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44. Land

Queenie pours bucket after bucket of warm water over the frostbitten feet, but the only thing it does is send searing pain up my legs and to my brain.

"Not too bad, no amputation needed. Only a few days and you'll be perfectly fine." Queenie says. I don't feel like I'll ever be fine now. I scream as each droplet makes it's mark, but do my best to hold it back. Tori watches from a distance, her face contorted into a weird combination of disgust and sympathy. I can't stand it, but I can't stand either, so I'm at a loss. I blow air up in my mouth, puffing my cheeks out to keep the shriek in as more water splashes on me. I can't even feel the warmth.

"For God's sake it's okay to scream! Frostbite hurts!" Tori exclaims. I tilt my head and give her a glare, then roll my eyes. Does she have no self respect or dignity at all? Would she scream if it were her?

                                              **A DAY LATER**

"No, I get it," I look down, pretending to turn my feet back to normal with my eyes, "I'm the little kid who can't get through a rainstorm without getting hurt. No wonder she thinks I'm a pansy." I mumble. Queenie slaps my arm playfully, but speaks in a serious voice.

"She doesn't. We just don't want you getting hurt." She answers. I sigh, not believing her. I haven't really talked to my sister alone since the games, and it feels nice to know that no one could possibly be listening. Tori is in the lowest deck, and we're up here, in the cabin. Even if she were right outside the door, she wouldn't hear, because we whisper so lightly.


"No, you listen to me. Nobody thinks that you are a pansy! So stop acting like you are one and man up! Stop whining like a baby about Tori not liking you! You were the one that hated her, remember!" I grunt, scooting away from Queenie, thinking hard about what she said. Do I really look like a baby?

"Just stop talking about it." I whisper hoarsely. Queenie kneels in front of my face, forcing me to look at her.

"No. Kenny, listen. Tori is just trying to-"

"I said shut up! No matter what you take her side, and I haven't even talked to you once since she got here! Mybe you should just be her sister!" I scream, not caring if I wake Tori up. Queenie looks hurt-ish, but rolls her eyes anyway. I don't know why, but that sets me on fire.

"Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there, because you sure as hell aren't talking like you have one! You know you'd rather have the new shiny penny of a cousin as your sister rather than me, because you can train her to be great, and I'm just stuck like this. You can't train the girl who gets hurt every five minutes. Well, I'm sorry for being that way. I'm sorry for coming here, and ruining your little shopping spree with Tori." With that I clench my teeth and carefully balance on my heels, doing my best to walk out. Queenie doesn't say anything as I hobble on deck. I collapse near the wheel, that Queenie left just a few minutes ago. I peer out to sea, and notice land.

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