Shadownight Family: Kennedy's room

My room and what crazy stuff happens in it! Role play by the Shadownight family! If you like this, go check out the rest of the Shadownights rooms, and you'll know everything there is to know about our messed up family! Great if you love drama and role play!
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27. Rebound

I don't realize that I'd fallen asleep until I awaken. I almost open my eyes, but I remember the screaming headache and pain. I grunt and squeeze my eyebrows together in reaction to just the ripping pain in breathing. It's gotten worse ever since I woke up. I freeze and listen: crying? Queenie's voice?

I flutter open my eyes for a second, and see Brynna and Zoe carrying a moaning and bloody Queenie down the stairs. I want nothing more than to stay alert, find out what happened, but my eyes close. Queenie's hurt.

Tears slip from my eyes, and I'm not sure whether it's from pain or Queenie. I don't mean to, but I cry harder, and sniffle. I'm falling asleep. Someone comes to my side.

"Take care of her first." I whisper, trying to open my eyes again.


"No." I say back, and they leave. I take a deep breath, trying to conquer the pain in my chest. I do it again, but that's it. I can't do it. I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking the tears in. I do my best to fall asleep again with the shouts and moans of everyone in the bunker. I open my eyes one more time. They've laid Queenie next to me, and I use my last bit of strength and sanity to grip her hand. I wince, but she stays motionless. She smiles at me, and opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get it out she falls asleep.

I glance over my family, which form a circle around me and Queenie. Dad is gripping Mom so hard she might pop, but she doesn't notice. She cries and shakes and near hyperventilates. Dad has tears welling up in his eyes, but stands straight and whispers in mom's hair. Everyone else sits on the ground, Zoe trying to stop the blood flow from Queenie's side, the rest either crying or comforting us. Aunt Rogue holds my other hand, and it hurts like hell, but I try not to show it. She doesn't realize how tight she holding on until finally I try to pull away, and she quickly apologizes.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, to everyone in general. Lots of them object, or mean to, but I close my eyes and fall asleep before I can hear them.

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