Queenie sits in the corner, staring at the wall. She hasn't slept in almost for days, and I feel terrible for her. She's afraid that if she falls asleep that she'll wake everyone else. I've been watching her make a knife for hours, having nothing better to do. I'm no longer allowed to do anything except lay on my stomach, which is killing my neck, but I don't want to have Aunt cut me open again. I already had to do it a second time, and I passed out for a day because of blood loss.
"Eat something." Bex waves a piece of bread in my face. We've been down here for two weeks, and food is starting to run out.
"I'm fine. Give it to Ginny." I tell her, still not taking my eyes off Queenie. She sighs.
"They've eaten already. You have to eat, we're fine." She knows I don't want to take food from the rest of them. I exhale loudly.
"Whatever. Do me a favor?" She nods. I take the bread and rip it in half, giving her the other.
"I don't care what she does or says. Make. Her. Eat. It." I point to Queenie. Bex turns on her heel, walking toward Queenie. I don't hear their conversation, but Bex can't get her to take it. She looks at me, Queenie turning back to the wall. I motion for her to try again. Queenie turns with her knife and comes an inch for stabbing Bex's leg.
"I don't want it." She barks, and Bex gives up. I can't take watching her like that anymore. Broken inside and out. I put both my hands next to either side of my head, slowly pushing up. Bex sees me, and her eyes turn wider then usual. I hold a finger to my lips, and she quietly ushers to Queenie. I nod, and we have a good system going. I'm on my hands and knees now, crawling position. Everyone else is either training of sleeping, in another room. Bex taps Queenie's shoulder and motions to me. I look down, pretending not to know that they see me getting up. Or at least trying to, because I know I won't be able too, at least without screaming, which could happen any second now due to the pain.
I hear a gasp, and Queenie runs to me. A tear tries to make it's way down my face, but I wipe it away.
"Kenny, stop." She says softly, but I ignore her. I pull my knee up to my cheek, but have to put it back down immediately.
"Eat it, and I'll stop." I grunt, turning my head to look Queenie in the eyes.
"You eat it." She answers, in counter I grab the wall with my hand a pull up slightly.
"Fine!" She shoves the bread in her mouth. I smile a little.
"Now go to sleep." I say back. She rolls her eyes.
"You're being ridiculous."
"I know." She helps me back down, and crawls next to me. I growl deep in my throat, needing to hear the pain leave my body. She strokes my braid and turns the other way, falling asleep the second her body hits the floor. Bex smiles at me.
"Don't you ever do that again." She warns, still smiling. I return it, and go to sleep myself.