we grew up. (Rascalgal]
Jan 1, 2011 18:51:50 GMT -5
Post by KenzieRain♥ on Jan 1, 2011 18:51:50 GMT -5
But what does it matter?
I’m no longer that girl.
The darkness was ideal; it hid the tiny blonde figure, who had taken to hiding in trees, from the dangers of the forest. No, it was not quite night yet but for some unknown reason the sun seemed to set faster as the days passed. The teenage girl had tears streaming down her face; her normal ice blue eyes were red and irritated. Her complexion was blotchy and if she had looked even slightly pretty before, she looked terrible then. Her hair, normally worn in a sloppy bun, was down and the tangles were free to flop around in the wind.
Laina, her younger sister, had made her a new sweater. It was made out of Wild Dog pelt, one of the dogs that she and a fellow hunter had killed several weeks ago when her own dog, Evita, had gotten herself into a mess. Before that she had, had a grey, thin sweater that her mother had given to her many years ago. The blonde had torn it up to keep Evita’s paws from bleeding. But then, the girl wore the wolf pelt, a thin black shirt, and dark brown pants with worn out shoes. That was normal District Nine apparel.
Below her, Evita whined before barking. The wild dog had dark fur, with a patch of white on her chest and around her muzzle. The dog’s eyes were a dark brown, maybe black in some lighting, with a matching black, wet nose. Evita had been with the teenage girl since she was a puppy, never leaving her for too long in fear of not being protected. They were best friends, happy together like no other friendship. Evita was not hers, and she was not Evita’s. They were family.
“What?” the blonde asked, not sparing a glance at her friend. She was up in a tree, leaning against the trunk while her weight was held up by a branch. Before a couple of weeks ago she had never climbed a tree in her life, no need to. But after a certain boy had shoved her up into one to save her and Evita’s life… things had changed. She began to climb and to hunt from above the forest floor. The technique worked; she had gotten more kills than she had, had in a very long time. Not that she needed them, the wild dog’s she had would last more than a month if the right rations were given. But she still needed to hunt for the Capitol and the District.
Evita barked again and the girl exhaled, jumping from the tree and landing next to the dog with ease. She was a pro… sort of. Wiping tears from her eyes the girl took a knife from her pocket, remembering the seen in which she had first met the boy who had taught her how to climb. How he had swung at her and she had yelled how Evita almost bit him and ended up cutting her hand. How she had thought she had met someone who could truly become her… ‘Your what?’ she thought to herself bitterly, ‘Friend? Hunting buddy?’ But, of course, she knew what she had wanted him to be. Someone special that wasn’t just family, someone who she could share everything with. ‘Someone to love.’ But that wouldn’t happen, would it? Because after she had gotten home Laina had told told her father of the days events.
“MCCOY?” Her father had yelled, grabbing onto her shoulders and shaking her, “YOU WERE WITH DAMON MCCOY?” The girl choked out a reply, trying desperately to make her father understand. But there was no convincing the man, “His family is responsible for your mothers death.” The words had stung, been a slap in the face. How could it be their fault that her mother had been murdered so brutally? “They could’ve called for help!” Her father had explained, “But they stood there and watched.”
“But… but why?” Laina had asked, choking on her tears and clutching her sister’s arm. “Why would they just let her die?”
“Because they believed your mother had let their mother die.” Her father had pulled Laina into his arms, hugging her before coughing. Laina had told him to go to bed; he had a cold and needed rest. The man had agreed, but he decided to warn his eldest daughter once more, “They hate us and we’re supposed to hate them as well.”
Later that night the girl had dragged Damon’s share to his house, tossing his wolves onto the porch before turning to stomp away. But he had heard her, “Rea?” the voice made her pause and turn on her heel to stare at him with cold eyes. His blue eyes looked just as hurt and confused as her own had… did he really let her mother die? “Rea…” Damon struggled for the words to speak, to explain perhaps.
“Did you really just let her die?” the words had left Rea’s mouth before she had time to think of their consequences, “My mother tried to save yours! I remember her coming home heartbroken because there was nothing to be done for her.” Tears threatened to fall but the teenager had refused to look weak. “We needed a mother.” She whispered before turning and running back to her house, not waiting for Damon’s response.
“We needed a mother.” Rea whispered to Evita, falling back against the tree before sliding to the ground. Rea had been scared and afraid when her mother had died, she hadn't known when she was going to ever be happy again. The girl had been an empty hole of darkness, "But what does it matter?" She mumbled, wrapping her arm around Evita, "I'm not longer that girl." Evita nuzzled against her for a moment, licking her cheek lovingly before she shot off in some random direction, “Evita!” Rea groaned, getting to her feet quickly before running off after her dog. Why did she always do this? “Ev, why are you--?” Oh no.
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