Bump (open)

Cri held the hand in her other hand, moving her fingers slowly. She had attempted to climb over the gate to get to the pasture for some more collecting of the herbs, but her arms were tired from the work she had done with Lai the other night. She could tell her wrist was only sprained and not broken, which gave her great relief. She couldn’t afford for it to be broken as sad as that was. Her family was already on the verge of dying out, her mother no longer cleaned the house, whatever that was worth for, and her father was out working insane hours and came home to eat nothing and just pass out on the bed. Her sisters, the younger ones, were completely oblivious to this.

She had given her name to the Reaping once more that month and still wasn’t picked for the Games. She held a secret desire to get picked, because she knew her vast knowledge of medicine could make her powerful ally in it and possibly even let her win. She didn’t let anyone onto the fact that she was…a doctor. She fancied herself a doctor. She leaned against one of the old houses on the street and sat back to look at the sky. It would have never been the same, she knew that. District had to be one of the most poorest districts out there and she only learned some skills that might have kept her alive. Cri cried out in frustration, her eyes glowing. What was wrong with her? She stood up once more only to run into someone. She got into her fighting stance at once, ignoring the flaring pain in her wrist.