HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire." - Charles Bukowski
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Andie's head was pounding.
If she had known that a near-death experience would be so painful, she might have been more careful. An arrow to the gut? No big deal. But a migraine was too much.
Without opening her eyes, she made her first attempt at sitting up, realizing all too painfully that her torso had been bandaged.
The memories came flooding back without warning, the image of her brother unconscious on the ground ingrained in her mind. She should have done more to help him. She should have gone after the Telmarines, should have fought harder to get him back.
Sure, she had almost died.
But she should have done more. She should have had his back the way he'd always had hers. The way he'd had hers since they were kids.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if she had died. Would it have been so horrible for her to simply disappear? It would have been an escape. She would no longer be bound to her immortality. She would no longer have to live without the people she loved.
But Jack was alive.
As long as Jack was alive, Andie would continue to fight. She would find the will to live and she would find her way back to him. There were still two members of the Frost family standing and she would not give up on her family.
Jack was alive.
He had to be.
She flopped back down on the bed, letting out a sigh. Her cheeks and forehead were burning - a sure sign of a fever. Her body ached and screamed at her to drift back to sleep, but she suspected that she'd been asleep long enough.
She successfully sat up on her second try, feeling the blood rush to her head. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. She recognized the familiar home of Trufflehunter, Nikabrik, and Trumpkin. She and Jack had been staying with them for a time, though Andie tried her best to stay away from the house whenever possible.
It reminded her too much of the Beavers' old dam.
"This bread is so stale."
"I'll just get him some soup, then."
The voices of Trufflehunter and Nikabrik carried in from their small living room. They seemed to be arguing about soup, though she hadn't the slightest idea why. She only hoped that they'd saved her some.
"You said you were going to get rid of him."
"No, I said I'd take care of him."
Just as Andie began to wonder who they were talking about, she heard a faint groan from the other side of the room.
