but its better to be alone - chelsey.
Feb 25, 2012 23:12:05 GMT -5
Post by Cait on Feb 25, 2012 23:12:05 GMT -5
Belle Calloway
Doing
Thinking
Talking
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“You can’t break a girl who is already broken.”
[/i][/right]I sighed softly as I pulled at a crop stuck in the Earth. Why anyone would want to live in District 12 was still a mystery to me. It was a question that kept me up every night ever since my dad had left. If he had wanted to start a new life, he would have been better making his way towards the Capitol rather than setting off for District 12. After all, there was nothing past there.
As I became tangled up in past memories, I felt something rise in my chest. The sensation was hard to describe, but I’d felt it many times before. Grief, loss, sadness… it would have been a mixture of all these. It had been 9 years ago, but still I mourned for my father’s departure from District 11 every day. I had hated my father for his cruelness and mistreatment of my family, but there was barely a day that he didn’t cross my mind. Thinking about him now made my eyes water, and I furiously blinked in order to stop the tears from escaping my eyes. Now wasn’t the time to cry, now was the time to work in order to help look after my mother and younger sister whom I loved so much. The only good trait I had in my body was I would do anything for the people I loved most. Those people were my family. I didn’t have anyone else to love, but they were enough.
I noticed that I was still trying to pull out the crop that I had started pulling out before. Frustrated, I pulled harder at the crop until my hands were blistered. With a final burst of effort I yanked with all my might and felt the roots give way. I smiled proudly before I went tumbling over from the force of the pulling. I landed with an oof! and I could hear people around me laughing. Muttering to myself, I looked at the crop I had struggled for and realised it was dead anyway. Glancing around quickly, I stuffed the crop into my shirt pocket and went back to work as if nothing had even happened. I knew that if I was caught stealing I would be punished for sure. I didn’t want that.
The word punished made me shiver all over as I had yet another flashback to a rather terrible memory. One that I would rather not relive. But I knew that no matter where I went it would always be there. After all, it was the main trigger that started all the attacks.
I glanced around warily, seeing if there was anyone near my part of the crops. There were a few people – elderly women, a young girl and another girl around my age. I shrugged and went back to work, not paying much attention to the company I had. If I did happen to have an attack out here, surely they would be smart enough to leave before anything happened to them. It’s not like I wanted to hurt them, but with these flashbacks you could never be sure. They were so unpredictable and out-of-control – more proof that I was indeed crazy, or psychotic, or deranged. Troubled, weird, delusional… yep, that was me. There weren’t any better words to describe me. I was a crazy girl.
Of course, no one ever saw the soft side of me. It was always the bad, or the mischievous. But I didn’t care, I liked it that way. It left the others unsuspecting of my nicer layers. Ones that hardly resurfaced, only when I was happy or at peace. But I was hardly ever happy anymore. I guess that’s what 16 years of misery does to you.
As I came out of my trance-like state, I noticed I had stopped working altogether. As I glanced up, I noticed a Peacekeeper making her way over to me, and quickly began work again. The last thing I wanted was a run-in with a Peacekeeper. As my delicate fingers swept over the dirt, I breathed in the earthly scents of the fields. No matter how hard life was here, it always put a smile on my face, being out in the open. The air was clear, the sights were beautiful and the scents smelled like home. I knew I belonged here. I sat down then, satisfied with life, not even caring about the approaching Peacekeeper, because for the first time in a long time, I realised what it was like to belong. No matter who you are, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you’ve been through, there’s always hope.[/size][/ul]