Flight [GreenBeads]

The nights were starting to get longer and the days were getting shorter. It was something that angered Mara very greatly, because it cut down her hunting time a lot, now she couldn’t see where she was going in the dark. Today was just another day where she was stuck at home, with nothing to do, and very bored, but more then that, she was furious. Her parents were not allowing her to go hunting today. They hadn’t allowed her to go hunting for almost a whole week. Hunting was the only thing that kept her alive, kept sane.

It was seven o’clock, and the sun had still not risen. Just the very faint outline of the rising sun was visibly, the pinkish line on the horizon. Mara was in her bed, watching the minutes tick by. She was to mad to go downstairs and face her parents, but what else could she do? Usually, she would wake up at five in the morning to go hunting and would stay in the forest all day until ten at night. Both times, her parents would still or already be sleeping, so she would never really have to face them, acknowledge them. They wouldn’t even care if she never came home for three days in a row.

And then there was another problem. The forests were getting closed off for many, no most, people. Mara was still allowed in, but she wondered for how long that would last. Even when she was stopped, she would still go there illegally, she told herself. Instead, factories had spring up everywhere and the district nine residents had starting producing metal, plastic, and a number of other things.

It all mad Mara so mad. Overwhelmed, she kicked the first thing in her line of vision, a rusty tin can. Then she punched the lamp by her bedside table, and it fell and shattered. But she was still not pleased. Mara reach over and buried her head in her pillow, refusing to let the gathered tears fall. She bit herself, and dug in hard, smiling as she saw a trail of blood appear, and it trickled down. ”I am going mad,” she thought to herself.

Mara threw open the only window in her room and jumped out. Their house was a one story level, so there was not much to fall. It was how she always exited, never using the stairs or front door like a normal human being. But then again, Mara was not a regular human being.

As soon as her feet touched solid ground, she took off, hearing the crunch of snow beneath her feet, and when a sudden cold shot up her toes, she realized she was still only wearing socks. She shrugged and kept going. Mara had no idea where she was going, until she recognized a street of run-down houses. Her feet had just taken her there, she had no reason why.

And then Mara flung herself into the cold snow, sitting there like a dead corpse, hoping no one would ever find her.