"Sure, thanks," Kenzie said softly. She reached into a cupboard for a couple of plates, then piled eggs on them. "I'm going to put breakfast on the table, now. Anything else you want?"
(I'm bored, so…)
Kenzie set the table for the two of them, then leaned on it with both of her hands, taking deep breaths. One minute she would be okay and able to do things, the next minute her over-active imagination would kick in again and she'd see her mom, bleeding and broken. She wiped her eyes and took another deep, shuddering breath.
(I'm bored again…)
Kenzie accidentally put her hand down on the prongs of a fork, thereby stabbing her hand and making the fork fling away. She cried out in shock and pain, holding her hand to her chest and biting her lip hard. Sitting in the chair closest to her, she let the tears just fall from her face, not even caring about the pain from her hand.