Survival
May 4, 2012 10:59:32 GMT -5
Post by marigold on May 4, 2012 10:59:32 GMT -5
My dry fingers felt nothing in the darkness. I can't help but wonder if I'm dead, or am I blind? Terrible thoughts ponder me, but in the back of my mind, I know none of them are true. I know whats coming, it happens every night; but for some reason it always takes me by surprise. I could replay it with every single detail if I wanted to. My fingers fought feeling everything, but my curious instinct always took over reigning over my body. I gasped in a deep breath of air when my eyes finally sought out the light; I cried out with heart burning pain when I saw my sister. I sorrowfully reached towards her, my fingers almost brush her black shirt. A bolt of lightning shoots from the sky, breaking my concentration. The dry grass next to me burst into flickering flames, threatening to burn me to death. I try my hardest to run, my legs pounding the ground, but my sister fell next to a small oak tree. Fear swelled inside of me, I screamed at the top of my lungs for her to run.
I suddenly jerk awake, I have my knife in my hand. My sweating hands are shaking slightly. I shiver at the thought of those terrible memories; I must be trembling like a leaf. My shirt was plastered to my skin, my dark brown, waist length hair was matted and tangled. I was furious, I wanted that dream to disappear forever, but it always stuck to me like glue. In that terrible fire, that's when I thought my life would end for sure, but I didn't. My older sister, older brother, mother, and father died. I did feel some-what relieved that I wasn't the only one that survived. My little sister, Juniper was still here. Her jet black hair and dark black eyes didn't fit in with the rest of my family. The girls all had long brown hair, and the boys had brown whatever length is normal for them. My family all had some sort of shade of brown for our eyes; mine are a little on the dark side and they were a little big on my oval shaped face. Juniper and I used to love to sing together, but ever since that 2 weeks ago, our voices wouldn't coordinate with each other. Her small recognizable voice whispers,
"Marigold, are you okay?" Even though I know its my sister, I still jump a little. I suppress a light laugh,
"You scared me little berry," I reply, joking about her name. She tosses me a glare, her dark brows creasing. I immediately take back what I said, I don't want to hurt her any more than she already is,
"Alright, not funny," Juniper's scowl transforms into a small smile,
"Marigold, I'm hungry," I look around and remember where we are, in the middle of the forest in District 12. I remember everything I did to get here. I take in a deep breath of the spicy sap, making me think of home. My eyes trail a bee as I think; I count his yellow and black stripes, focusing. I finally notice just how hungry I really am. I could probably take down a doe and possibly a buck, 6 rabbits, 4 squirrels, and maybe a vole; I usually wouldn't be able to catch this many. Its just that the animals here are so dumb. I am also over coming my nightmare. I respond with a little too much exhilaration,
"Of course I will hunt! You just make sure that you're as quiet as a wolf stalking pray!" She nods like a bobble head.
I suddenly jerk awake, I have my knife in my hand. My sweating hands are shaking slightly. I shiver at the thought of those terrible memories; I must be trembling like a leaf. My shirt was plastered to my skin, my dark brown, waist length hair was matted and tangled. I was furious, I wanted that dream to disappear forever, but it always stuck to me like glue. In that terrible fire, that's when I thought my life would end for sure, but I didn't. My older sister, older brother, mother, and father died. I did feel some-what relieved that I wasn't the only one that survived. My little sister, Juniper was still here. Her jet black hair and dark black eyes didn't fit in with the rest of my family. The girls all had long brown hair, and the boys had brown whatever length is normal for them. My family all had some sort of shade of brown for our eyes; mine are a little on the dark side and they were a little big on my oval shaped face. Juniper and I used to love to sing together, but ever since that 2 weeks ago, our voices wouldn't coordinate with each other. Her small recognizable voice whispers,
"Marigold, are you okay?" Even though I know its my sister, I still jump a little. I suppress a light laugh,
"You scared me little berry," I reply, joking about her name. She tosses me a glare, her dark brows creasing. I immediately take back what I said, I don't want to hurt her any more than she already is,
"Alright, not funny," Juniper's scowl transforms into a small smile,
"Marigold, I'm hungry," I look around and remember where we are, in the middle of the forest in District 12. I remember everything I did to get here. I take in a deep breath of the spicy sap, making me think of home. My eyes trail a bee as I think; I count his yellow and black stripes, focusing. I finally notice just how hungry I really am. I could probably take down a doe and possibly a buck, 6 rabbits, 4 squirrels, and maybe a vole; I usually wouldn't be able to catch this many. Its just that the animals here are so dumb. I am also over coming my nightmare. I respond with a little too much exhilaration,
"Of course I will hunt! You just make sure that you're as quiet as a wolf stalking pray!" She nods like a bobble head.
TO BE CONTINUED
