Evelyn brushes my dark, straight hair. It tickles, but I can't find a laugh inside me. Everything hurts too much. Mom gave me a piece of bread earlier that just about killed my mouth, throat, and insides as it made it's way through my body. I keep my eyes closed, trying to keep the tears of pain inside. It'd not my hair that hurts, but everything else. I screamed when all Dad did was put my head back down so he could move around a bit. They tried sitting me up, and I actually passed out, not breathing from the shock. Eventually it faded, and I woke up to only more pain. Every breath I have to clench my jaw to keep from crying out. I have only spoken once more in the past night, asking Bex where her crutches went. She laughed. I didn't know I'd been out for that long.
I have to get up. I have too. I haven't spent my entire life training just to let a little coma keep me from being the best ever. I don't remember why, but I feel like I have to work extra hard to get my way around here, especially with the older one's being so good at what they do.
I open my eyes, and glance at Evelyn before closing them again.
"Tell me a story." I whisper, close to sleep. I don't want to sleep, I want to contribute to whatever's going on around here that no one will tell me.
"Like what?" She asks, just wanting to get me to talk again.
"I don't care." I hear fumbling as she switches on her left hip, sore from sitting on the hard ground for so long. Trust me, my hair has never been so perfect in my life.
"One upon a time, there was a little girl. She was always happy, and lively, and was the nicest person ever imaginable..." I hold on to every word she says, "One day, she did something really stupid, and almost got herself killed." I hear her smirk through the words. I know where this is going. "She got really hurt, and almost did die, but she eventually got better. And then she was fine, and her family was so excited that no one on Earth was that happy, ever." I let a crooked smile spread on my lips.
"And that girl's name, was Kennedy." She says as she giggles and puts the brush down.
"I'll be back." She whispers in my ear, walking back to the bathroom to put the brush away. I smile, fully this time, but pain quickly takes it away. I open my eyes again, leaving them open for a while. I've gotten halfway used to the pain, although I'm only awake a few hours a day. Zoe and Brynna babble about the wedding with Travis, who kind of got stuck down here. My cousins huddle together in a corner with Aunt Rogue, playing a card game involving fish. Dad and mom whisper to each other things I can barley hear and I quickly close my eyes, straining to hear their words.
"She can't move, Asa, what makes you think she'll get better?" Me. They're taking their precious time together, to worry about me.
"She will." He insists.
"But what if she doesn't?"
"No what-if questions. And it's not a question, she will. Nothing ever stays the same." He quotes some of my previously stated words, from when I was well enough to ask too many questions and make observations that no one else ever paid attention to. I question things no one else even cares about. Another thing I used to say was 'no what-if questions' when anyone ever said it. It got on their nerves, like everything else I did, but I enjoyed it. Mom starts to cry.
"Nothing is ever going to be the same."
"She figured that out before any of this ever even happened." I feel Dad's smile.
"Asa, face it."
"The only thing I'm facing is me beautiful bride that somehow managed raising our children without me. For that, I am grateful. I'm sorry I never came home. I didn't want to face you after leaving." He should be apologizing. The last time he was home, I was still inside my mom.
"No," I open my eyes and steal a glance at them. Mom has somehow intertwined herself between dad's arms and legs in a tangle of limbs. "Midnight is a miracle worker." They laugh. Aunt Rogue doesn't hear them, or at least pretends she doesn't.