Kristen Peloe (little_seer) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-23 00:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-03, kristen, missy |
You're cold... and that's the reason
Who: Kristen and Missy
When: Evening
Where: Nikita's house
Bad days were sort of becoming a running theme in Kristen's life, or so the past few days seemed to be telling her, and she was beginning to wonder if it'd always be that way. Had she done something wrong? Was being psychic what was making it happen? Missy hadn't said that there were ever any other psychic Peloe's so maybe her being one was what was making all of the bad things happen. Their family hadn't died until after she was born and Missy hadn't ever gotten so hurt until after she started taking care of her so... the little blonde had kept her eyes firmly on her plate during dinner, not saying anything and just nodding or shaking her head when Silvia or Annie had said something to her. She'd needed to eat because she hadn't eaten at lun-- no, oh no she wasn't going to start thinking about what had happened at lunch or else she was going to start crying again. She hadn't thought that Briony or Bubbles were mean and she still wasn't sure that she could use the word, but they definitely weren't nice and they liked all of these really weird things. Briony's doodles were all of dead people and she had stories for who they were and why they'd gotten killed. And Bubbles? The way that she talked seemed wrong sometimes and Kristen had gotten flashes that she didn't understand. She wished those would either solidify themselves into things she could understand or go away and leave her alone. Like Missy's had.
Missy. Kristen couldn't ignore the thoughts she was having about her sister or how her nightmares were still haunted by the image of her face so pale, her body bloody while she lay there not moving. The image had changed and sometimes Kristen saw her standing with her face so pale and the blood was smeared on her mouth. But Missy wasn't that pale, she wasn't, and her cheeks were supposed to be pink. Kristen had fidgeted and pretended to do her homework after dinner, just waiting until Nikita left. Then she'd snuck down the hall and looked up at the men -- the vampires -- flanking the door. "She's my sister, I want to talk to her." They'd looked at each other and stepped a little further away, but seemed reluctant to leave. Kristen had known that was the best she could expect so she just knocked her small fist on the door.
"Missy?" She called out through the wood, hoping that her sister wasn't sleeping and that she was really there. All that she wanted to do was see her, maybe touch her and make sure that she was real. "Missy it's me, it's Kristen." Kristen hadn't ever gone this long without talking to her sister, or seeing her or getting a hug or having her check under the bed and in the closet to make sure she was safe. Getting Annie to do it wasn't the same. Even getting Nikita to do it wouldn't have worked quite the same way. Even when Missy had been busy with the demons she'd still called to tell her good morning and good night because Missy didn't forget about or leave her. Missy was always there. Other girls had their moms or their dads or grandparents; a nice little system so that there was always someone there to back the others up if they were busy. Kristen didn't have that, she just had Missy. And she was almost always fine with that. That was the way it'd always been. Missy took good care of her even if she didn't take the best care of herself. Kristen sniffled and pressed her forehead to the door. "Are you okay?"