The Beach (OPEN)
Nov 14, 2011 0:42:11 GMT -5
Post by jmarg12 on Nov 14, 2011 0:42:11 GMT -5
My eyelids flutter open as soon as the sun rises, and I remember leaving my blinds open for this exact purpose last night. It's usually hard for me to drag myself out of my bed in the morning to get to school, but today is different--when I wake up I am surprised at my alertness. I quietly tiptoe to my dresser and pull out a tanktop and shorts. I glance across the room to see if Lily is awake, but am only greeted by an empty bed. I suddenly remember last night, when she ran out of my room and down the hall to my other sisters' room. I bite my lip, for the first time regretting all of the things I said. I sigh as I change into my clothes for the day, thinking about all of the things I regret saying, doing. I wonder if I've ever hurt someone the way that I know that others have hurt me. How badly did I hurt Lily? I know I have to go to the beach, a place where I can feel secure, bury my toes in the sand and listen to the waves crashing. It's the most soothing sound that I know, the one that has put me to sleep at night every night for as long as I can remember. I run silently through the house and down to the beach. When I get there, I just sit there thinking about all my problems. I let out a small laugh, thinking about how insignificant all of my problems are compared to the problems of others. My problems are like grains of sand in my flip-flops, horribly insignificant. I've never lost anyone--anyone--to the Hunger Games. At least, no close friends or family. Maybe that's why the Games scare me so much, why I've never wanted to train for them the way some people I know do.
