>A Face in the Crowd< [HeartAche]

The District Twelve girl woke up once again to be reminded of who she was. She was told that she was getting better, though she didn't believe them. After all, she still didn't know who her baby was, or how she even had it. There was still a blank hole in her mind that sat there; still. It was like a brick wall, blocking out anything that tried to tell her who she was and what was wrong with her. There was something, though. Like somone trying their best to knock down the wall; something telling her that she was so close, yet so far away from knowing the large gap that was missing from her life. It was frustrating for the girl, especially when she didn't even know if the people who were helping her where telling the truth.

Pindula rested her head against the right side of the window sill, her red hair falling in front of her eyes. The sun's warm rays streamed in through the glass, highlighting her melancholy features. Her cheeks were wet, for the salty liquid was still falling from the corners of her eyes. A young girl with similiar red hair sat on her lap, her green eyes closed peacefully, as if she didn't know her mother had no clue who she was. Pindula's hands were limply wrapped around her small figure, searching for any small memory that would give away how this baby came to be. None came.

A hand that rested on her bony shoulder slowly brought her back to reality, her brown gaze turning to see the plump old nurse before her. "Come on, honey. Fresh air will do you some good," she said calmly, her gaze trained on her face with a sympathetic gleam to her blue eyes. Pindula simply nodded and stood up, Flora resting securely in her arms. "I'd like to go alone actually," she replied sweetly, receiving a nod from the nurse, Esmee.

Without another word, Pindula turned with Flora and walked out of the door. The old floors were tiled, though many were cracked. The hall seemed to contain no smell, though there were many sounds. Supposedly she lived with many healers who were trying to help her regain her memory. All of their live put into such a small task; one that would not end successfully. She could tell by the way they looked at her as she passed, they were waiting to see if she remembered them, though they knew by her confused expression that they were just a blank face that would not surface from behind the brick wall in her head. They were wasting their time in her opinion.

Pindula opened up the door, cringing slightly from the loud creak it made, as if protesting. Flora squirmed in her arms, though she simply lied her head back down on her mother's chest. Pindula's steps were quiet as she traveled down the dirt road, her direction turned toward the District Square. Immediatly her face turned from sadness to curiousity and wonder as she stared at the many faces passing by her. She was like a young child as she gazed at the old store windows, not noticing the horrible shape they were in. She took notice to the crestfallen and hopeless expressions on peoples' faces, for she was too focused on trying to see if she remembered them.

It wasn't until she knocked into someone, though, that she came back to her senses. She was sent tumbling to the ground, landing hardly on her butt. The impact caused Flora to wake in her arms, her quiet cries ringing in Pindula ears. "Shh.. it's okay" she whispered in her small ear, calmly standing up. Her gaze focused on whom she had knocked into, her features filled with worry "I-I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention" she said quickly. She tried to find something familiar about the girl she was staring at, but once again only the familiar tugging took place.