Let me introduce you to my new mini-story "Sibling Remembrance." This one is centered on life at the Knight household and the antics those two adorable siblings get involved in. In a way, it is a slight continuation of my other fic, "Childhood Memories" and originally I was going to include it as a later chapter but decided against it because this is an entirely different idea, yet it still revolves around the characters when they were young. I hope you enjoy it, please tell me what you think!
Kendall, Katie and Mrs. Knight (c) Nickelodeon, I do not own any of these characters. I simply came up with the name Kathryn for Mrs. Knight because she apparently does not have a name, how sad :(
Wailing, a piercing, continuous shriek came flying down the hallway, entering through every room, sliding underneath the half an inch crack at the base of every doorway, sneaking past the shutters and blinds of each window frame. The earth-shattering howling disturbed a child who previously was asleep in a bedroom down the hallway; his sandy blonde hair poking out between a mound of blankets. Moaning, he crawled out of bed, flinging his pale white sheets off of him as his bare feet sank into the beige carpet covering the floor, unable to return to sleep because of the incessant noise.
His tiny, bare feet, cold due to being exposed to the cool air of the morning, took him to the entrance of his mother's bedroom. He slowly twisted the metal door knob with a warm hand, the cold metal sending shivers up his spine.
"Mom?" He hesitantly called; his voice shaky as he stepped into the dark room. Light flooded into a single patch along the floor, illuminating the shadowy forms of furniture and a narrow entry which lead to the private chamber of the bathroom. Kendall hurriedly scampered over to the side of the bed, wary of the dark hole that seemed to beckon him venture inside its expanses, only to close and swallow him up. He leapt on the bed, diving into the folds of blankets, tucking the covers over his head as he sidled up next to the inviting embrace of his mother. Russet brown curls trailed across the spread of a pillow, collecting at the base of the woman's neck. Her creamy white forearms pressed daintily into the mattress, the fingers of her left hand resting upon the pillow's surface while the other hand was tucked snuggly underneath.
Kendall lay beside her, content within the comforting presence of his mother. He yawned, his eyelids drooping, ready to send him off into the recedes of slumber. Just as he was about to depart from consciousness, the wailing began once again, this time seeming more desperate and irritated. The small boy grumbled, covering his ears with his miniature palms, attempting to force the sound out of his eardrums. During his session of discomfort, he accidently prodded his mother with his heel. The form of his mother suddenly shifted, the sheets rustling with the movement. Kendall grimaced, worried that he had upset his sleeping mother. He softly patted her shoulder, trying to soothe her back into sleep as she usually did to him when he was having a difficulty in falling asleep. Unfortunately, his administrations backfired, causing Mrs. Knight to waken even more. Slowly, with deliberation, her long lashes parted and blinked, revealing crystal blue eyes, slightly hazy with the residue of sleep. Her blue irises became more focused and aware of their surroundings, taking in the situation before her and wondering why her firstborn child was snuggled up beside her.
"Kendall darling, what are you doing?"
"Make it stop mommy!" He whined, clutching his ears even tighter as he nestled into her chest, resting the left side of his face into the soft silk fabric of her nightgown. Used to being woken up in the middle of the night by constant demands from her infant baby girl, Kathryn knew immediately that her daughter was merely throwing a tantrum. A faint smile ghosted across Mrs. Knight's features as she patted her son's head,
"Don't worry Kendall. It's just Katie." She cupped his chin, tilting his head so that she met his gaze, "How long has she been crying?"
"A long time!" He murmured, clinging tighter to her body as the screaming prevailed. Mrs. Knight chuckled as she scooped under his arm pits, lifting his slender body off of the bed and onto the floor,
"Well then, why don't we visit her?" Kendall nodded, gripping her hand in his own as his mother led him down the hallway towards the room where the unbearable screeching was emitting from.
Ever so softly, Mrs. Knight grasped the door handle and pushed inwards, revealing a light pink room decorated with bows hanging from the wall, the edges of the window draped with a lace curtain, the white trimming dainty and embossing its feminine features throughout the baby's room. To further beautify the child's surroundings, the addition of a portrait, a teddy bear holding a red and blue ball, hung on a tack above the crib that lay in the right corner of the room.
The mother crossed the threshold, anxious to see what was upsetting the bellowing infant. A pair of ivory hands dipped into the cushioned cage, gently lifting the tiny bundle into the secure grip of Mrs. Knight.
"Shh shh, Katie," She cooed, patting the baby on the back in an attempt to soothe her temperament, "It's alright, I'm here!" She stood, rocking back and forth in swaying motion, the rotating movement a proved method to calm down any upset newborn. Kendall gripped the hem of his mother's pants, bunching the silk material in his tight hold as he tugged on it,
"Mommy what's wrong with Katie?" Mrs. Knight stooped over slightly, giving a portion of her attention to her inquisitive son,
"I'm not sure yet Honey…but don't worry. Katie's just throwing a tantrum." At that, a high pitched squeal resounded from the bundle, as if knowing that it's needs would soon be met if only it screamed louder to get their attention. The mother and son winced, their ears ringing with the vivacious crying. Mrs. Knight sighed, setting Katie back into the crib, much to the baby's disappointment, which she showed by kicking her tiny legs. Kathryn tapped her cheek in thought before coming to a conclusion,
"She must be hungry. I'll be right back, watch her for me Kendall." Kendall nodded, watching as his mother's form disappeared around the corner and down the hallway, heading in the direction of their household kitchen. There, he was left by himself; alone with his little sister who seemed like she would never stop screaming.
He allowed her cries to continue before he could no longer bare hear her cry. He swiftly glanced around the room, searching for an object to assist him. Unfortunately the step stool he was looking for was nowhere in sight. Kendall sighed, determined to settle this problem despite the drawbacks. He approached the crib apprehensively, the off-hand screams almost enough to deter him from his mission but he prevailed though the onslaught until he reached the side of the cradle. Kendall lifted himself up onto his tiptoes, grasped the edge of frame of Katie's bed, drawing a deep breath to prepare himself for what he would find laying inside.
So what did you think? Kendall should be roughly around 5-7 and Katie is about a year old, still a helpless baby. I hope you'll read this story as well as my other Big Time Rush fanfiction "Childhood Memories" which you can find through my profile. Thank you so very much for all your support and if you could, please review!