The silent type [Sarella]

"Let me come!" Meredith calls from behind Amity and I, but I just look behind me and frown. She's sick, and definetly can't look for food like that. I think I heard mom call it the flu, but whatever it is is making my sister couch and shake too much for my liking. Maybe taking Amity with me is a good idea, so she doesn't end up in bed like Meredith. I keep walking forward and carefully shut the door behind me, hearing Meredith moan. She's probably going to be so lonely. I ought to spend some time with her, since our first Reaping is so near, but I guess sometimes we have to take our chances. Perhaps, maybe, we won't get Reaped. More likely than actually getting Reaped. My stomach lurches in hungr, but I don't groan. Amity has that expression on her face though, the one that lets you know she's in pain. She limps now, after all the thingss the cruel pacekeeper did to her. I feel sorry for her, becuasue it looks like the leg truly hurts her. I keep my face rather monotone, even though my knees are weak and I feel like just laying down and sleeping. Amity most likely feels that way too.

After a bit of walking, I open my mouth to ask Amity if she wants to rest, but see her eyes fixed on something distant. I lean forward and catch her looking at a boy falling dow with no noticable cause. Hunger, most likely. I turn and grab Amity's hand, then fall ito a bench and close my eyes immediatly. I feel her body slide in next to me, but when I open my eyes they are fixed on the boy. She wiggles a bit, and I furrow my eyebrows. What the heck was she doing? She gets up and begins dragging her feet to the boy, who is reading a book. I close my eyes and rest my tired head on the bench. If she wanted to converse with starving boys, then I'll let her. I feel just a little too weak to go running after her to moniter her every word. Maybe I can even take a little nap...

I stand patiently by the door as Fornax tries to get away from poor Meredith. I wish she could ge tbetter so much. She seemed so sick at times. Fornax started leading the way, and I struggled to keep up. It was hard to walk so much when I felt like this. Almost like a few weeks ago - when Othal and I had that near death experience. I felt so helpless, and weak. And pained. That's why I walk with a limp now, since thay peacekeeper dropped me on the ground, and stepped all over me. Sometimes, when I'm sleeping, I dream it's happening all over again. That it's dark, and I can feel Othal's slowing breath on my arms, that every time I move in the dream I feel the burst of pain. Then I'd wake up, my leg jerking to the side, ramming either Meredith or Fornax in the gut.

Fornax stops, and I swing. My body feels so weak, and my leg is sore from all this walking. But when she grabs my hand to seat me, I'm looking at something familiar. Is that - no. It couldn't be. No... that's Othal. Falling down. I feel the urge to go run and help him up, but by the time Fornax has be sittting down, her eyes closed, he's shaking himself. Up again. I hold my breath. For a monet I look at Fornax, then back, and see him reading something. But he can't seem to pay attention to it. My head swings, but I haven't seen Othal since that night. I wiggle out of the bench, and start a slow limp towards him. My stomach hurts from hunger, and I fee - as already mentioned - nearly like that night. Perhaps some food would help, which Fornax and I should actually be scavenging for right this second. I fall-sit onto the ground next to Othal, and lean on my hands. "Hi Othal." I croak quietly.

"Amity?" I hear Othal ask. He sounds anticipated, but at the same time like he's hurting. Probably hungry. I feel awkward in general. I know I shouldn't, as we saved eachother's lives multiple times in one night alone, I just don't know how we should be. Friends, maybe? Or was the situation too immediate, and we should just go back to normal? I truly don't know at all. Othal moves closer to me, and he makes a weird motion, then falls almost on me. I instinctively move my leg, as Meredith and Fornax have accidently sat on it in bed a few times, so I move whenever someone gets too close to it. He lands on the dirt and I lean forward a bit, almost tilting next to him, but catch myself as he gets up. I'm never spending another minute laying face-first on the ground again. Ever.

He puts his arm around my shoulders, and I feel so small like this. Did I like being touched by him? Well.. it wasn't in a bad way. He only had his arm around me. Why did I feel so jittery at this? Why do I... like it? Oh goodness! This is what Fornax complains about! How girls are trying to love boys, and she says it's gross. I don't want to be gross, but I really like Othal. Woah, what did I just think? Quickly, I try to change the subject hanging in my head, and say the first thing that pops into my mind, although I wish I hadn't mentioned it, "Good luck at the Reaping tommarow."